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It seemed that things were going to change more than he hoped. He could talk as much as he wanted about not letting his parents’ boss him around and not letting his position as heir change who he was or what he did, but at the end of the day, there was only so much rebelling he could do before the trouble was not worth it.
So here he was, dressed up in his usual fineries, on his way with a handful of slaves to go and visit a man his father knew. Osorsen of Hei Moghadam. Akhenaten’s father thought the older man would be a good influence on his son and could perhaps steering him in the right direction when it came to taking up the responsibilities that had once belonged to his older brother.
Akhenaten didn’t want to go, nor did he think who ever this man was would have any sort of effect on him. He had no desire to be a proper heir or any of that crap that his mother spouted off to him about being proper and representing their family and what ever else he hadn’t listened to.
But he also had no desire to see his current lavish lifestyle threatened, and so every once in awhile he would commit to a task asked of him in order to appease his parents and ensure that his own cash flow remained steady, therefore his flow of wine, women and opium would also remain steady.
One of his slaves carried a sealed pitcher of wine, a gift from Akhenaten’s father to Osorsen, who probably had no idea what he was dealing with when his father had asked him to spend time with his son. Hena did not want to talk to his man and had absolutely zero plans of enjoying his company or retaining anything he said. He would linger only as long as he felt he had to, and then he would take his leave and spend the rest of his night in much more enjoyable company.
When he arrived at the place he had been instructed to go to, he had one of his slaves step forward and knock on the door for him, and he stood there waiting. Behind the Lord, two female slaves and two male slaves stood waiting, one of the males held the wine and the others simply stood there, waiting for a command from Hena. All of them terrified of the temper the boy held underneath his hedonistic and lazy attitude. They had experienced his anger more and more often since his brother had been removed from their house and he had taken his place. None of them wished to be the reason his temper flared up that day.
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It seemed that things were going to change more than he hoped. He could talk as much as he wanted about not letting his parents’ boss him around and not letting his position as heir change who he was or what he did, but at the end of the day, there was only so much rebelling he could do before the trouble was not worth it.
So here he was, dressed up in his usual fineries, on his way with a handful of slaves to go and visit a man his father knew. Osorsen of Hei Moghadam. Akhenaten’s father thought the older man would be a good influence on his son and could perhaps steering him in the right direction when it came to taking up the responsibilities that had once belonged to his older brother.
Akhenaten didn’t want to go, nor did he think who ever this man was would have any sort of effect on him. He had no desire to be a proper heir or any of that crap that his mother spouted off to him about being proper and representing their family and what ever else he hadn’t listened to.
But he also had no desire to see his current lavish lifestyle threatened, and so every once in awhile he would commit to a task asked of him in order to appease his parents and ensure that his own cash flow remained steady, therefore his flow of wine, women and opium would also remain steady.
One of his slaves carried a sealed pitcher of wine, a gift from Akhenaten’s father to Osorsen, who probably had no idea what he was dealing with when his father had asked him to spend time with his son. Hena did not want to talk to his man and had absolutely zero plans of enjoying his company or retaining anything he said. He would linger only as long as he felt he had to, and then he would take his leave and spend the rest of his night in much more enjoyable company.
When he arrived at the place he had been instructed to go to, he had one of his slaves step forward and knock on the door for him, and he stood there waiting. Behind the Lord, two female slaves and two male slaves stood waiting, one of the males held the wine and the others simply stood there, waiting for a command from Hena. All of them terrified of the temper the boy held underneath his hedonistic and lazy attitude. They had experienced his anger more and more often since his brother had been removed from their house and he had taken his place. None of them wished to be the reason his temper flared up that day.
It seemed that things were going to change more than he hoped. He could talk as much as he wanted about not letting his parents’ boss him around and not letting his position as heir change who he was or what he did, but at the end of the day, there was only so much rebelling he could do before the trouble was not worth it.
So here he was, dressed up in his usual fineries, on his way with a handful of slaves to go and visit a man his father knew. Osorsen of Hei Moghadam. Akhenaten’s father thought the older man would be a good influence on his son and could perhaps steering him in the right direction when it came to taking up the responsibilities that had once belonged to his older brother.
Akhenaten didn’t want to go, nor did he think who ever this man was would have any sort of effect on him. He had no desire to be a proper heir or any of that crap that his mother spouted off to him about being proper and representing their family and what ever else he hadn’t listened to.
But he also had no desire to see his current lavish lifestyle threatened, and so every once in awhile he would commit to a task asked of him in order to appease his parents and ensure that his own cash flow remained steady, therefore his flow of wine, women and opium would also remain steady.
One of his slaves carried a sealed pitcher of wine, a gift from Akhenaten’s father to Osorsen, who probably had no idea what he was dealing with when his father had asked him to spend time with his son. Hena did not want to talk to his man and had absolutely zero plans of enjoying his company or retaining anything he said. He would linger only as long as he felt he had to, and then he would take his leave and spend the rest of his night in much more enjoyable company.
When he arrived at the place he had been instructed to go to, he had one of his slaves step forward and knock on the door for him, and he stood there waiting. Behind the Lord, two female slaves and two male slaves stood waiting, one of the males held the wine and the others simply stood there, waiting for a command from Hena. All of them terrified of the temper the boy held underneath his hedonistic and lazy attitude. They had experienced his anger more and more often since his brother had been removed from their house and he had taken his place. None of them wished to be the reason his temper flared up that day.
The discovery of the late Pharaoh's bastard son had sent shockwaves through the nobility of Egypt, and certainly it had disrupted Hei Sheifa's order more than any other. He'd always wondered if the perfect veneer of that Hei would ever crack, it was a shame now to see that it had. Iaheru certainly had rougher tastes than he'd have thought considering her husband. Osorsen pitied the older man, he could only imagine how he might feel if he'd found his wife had been unfaithful, and with so many children could he ever look the same at the others without wondering if they were also his own?
Nia had been an acquaintance of his from days back when they were more frequently than not forced to attend the same parties and events at the same time. Their mutual boredom had bonded them well enough but his frequent absence due to his duties had driven them apart, and the news that she was now one of Iahotep's many whores was too rage inducing to entertain the thought. But today was not about the H'Sheifa women, it fell to him to try to help the new heir to the family.
Akhenaten was rumored to be a bright young man, but he'd heard of more laissez-faire ways that entertained all young men's days, especially when they thought they had the luxury of being a second son. The arrival of the Sheifa heir and his entourage had Osorsen striding through the halls to meet them, giving a smile he hoped would be encouraging as he nodded his head in respect to the man's status and gestured for them to enter.
"My lord Akhenaten. I was pleased to receive word from your father that he wished for us to speak. Please, come through and make yourself comfortable."
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The discovery of the late Pharaoh's bastard son had sent shockwaves through the nobility of Egypt, and certainly it had disrupted Hei Sheifa's order more than any other. He'd always wondered if the perfect veneer of that Hei would ever crack, it was a shame now to see that it had. Iaheru certainly had rougher tastes than he'd have thought considering her husband. Osorsen pitied the older man, he could only imagine how he might feel if he'd found his wife had been unfaithful, and with so many children could he ever look the same at the others without wondering if they were also his own?
Nia had been an acquaintance of his from days back when they were more frequently than not forced to attend the same parties and events at the same time. Their mutual boredom had bonded them well enough but his frequent absence due to his duties had driven them apart, and the news that she was now one of Iahotep's many whores was too rage inducing to entertain the thought. But today was not about the H'Sheifa women, it fell to him to try to help the new heir to the family.
Akhenaten was rumored to be a bright young man, but he'd heard of more laissez-faire ways that entertained all young men's days, especially when they thought they had the luxury of being a second son. The arrival of the Sheifa heir and his entourage had Osorsen striding through the halls to meet them, giving a smile he hoped would be encouraging as he nodded his head in respect to the man's status and gestured for them to enter.
"My lord Akhenaten. I was pleased to receive word from your father that he wished for us to speak. Please, come through and make yourself comfortable."
The discovery of the late Pharaoh's bastard son had sent shockwaves through the nobility of Egypt, and certainly it had disrupted Hei Sheifa's order more than any other. He'd always wondered if the perfect veneer of that Hei would ever crack, it was a shame now to see that it had. Iaheru certainly had rougher tastes than he'd have thought considering her husband. Osorsen pitied the older man, he could only imagine how he might feel if he'd found his wife had been unfaithful, and with so many children could he ever look the same at the others without wondering if they were also his own?
Nia had been an acquaintance of his from days back when they were more frequently than not forced to attend the same parties and events at the same time. Their mutual boredom had bonded them well enough but his frequent absence due to his duties had driven them apart, and the news that she was now one of Iahotep's many whores was too rage inducing to entertain the thought. But today was not about the H'Sheifa women, it fell to him to try to help the new heir to the family.
Akhenaten was rumored to be a bright young man, but he'd heard of more laissez-faire ways that entertained all young men's days, especially when they thought they had the luxury of being a second son. The arrival of the Sheifa heir and his entourage had Osorsen striding through the halls to meet them, giving a smile he hoped would be encouraging as he nodded his head in respect to the man's status and gestured for them to enter.
"My lord Akhenaten. I was pleased to receive word from your father that he wished for us to speak. Please, come through and make yourself comfortable."
Akhenaten wanted this day to be over with. His idea of a good time wasn’t exactly being in the company of men his father thought could mentor him and teach him. Simply put, he wanted to have a drink in his hand and a woman in his lap.
He forced a little smile when the older man opened the doors to allow him in, returning the small bow of respect that had been given to him. He stepped inside as he was offered the opportunity to do so, taking a moment to look around and note the state of his house.
“Yes, he was quite intent on my visit here.” He said, eyes going from roaming his surroundings to looking back at the other man, studying him for a moment. He wasn’t sure what his father thought this man could teach him, or if his father truly thought Hena would listen anyways.
“I was sent with a gift to present to you, my father insisted you take it as a sign of gratitude for accepting the request to mentor me.” He said, motioning the slave forward who held the large sealed pitcher of wine. The man stepped forward and presented it to Oso. He hated that he was being passed around like a young boy who needed to learn to read, but he hoped that perhaps Oso would allow him to partake in the wine along side his lessons, to at least brighten the day a little.
He waited then, unsure of where he was to go or what exactly they would be doing. He hoped to the Gods that it wasn’t some sort of combat training. Akhenaten was not a fighter, nor did he have any desire to ever become one. He was content with his life as it was and wished that he had been able to remain the insignificant second son.
Instead, here he stood with this man, waiting to find out what sort of hell his father had sent him to, and what sort of boring lessons he was expected to learn. He had nothing against the man who was to teach him but had every issue with the fact that he was sent here to be taught. He did his best not to let it sour his mood to much, knowing how easily he could work himself into a fit if he allowed himself to dwell on it.
“I am going to be honest with you, Lord Osorsen, I do not know why my father has sent me to you, or what he thinks you can possibly teach me that I don’t already know.” He said, seeing no reason to pretend otherwise, his distaste for being there was written all over the way he held himself and his expression.
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Akhenaten wanted this day to be over with. His idea of a good time wasn’t exactly being in the company of men his father thought could mentor him and teach him. Simply put, he wanted to have a drink in his hand and a woman in his lap.
He forced a little smile when the older man opened the doors to allow him in, returning the small bow of respect that had been given to him. He stepped inside as he was offered the opportunity to do so, taking a moment to look around and note the state of his house.
“Yes, he was quite intent on my visit here.” He said, eyes going from roaming his surroundings to looking back at the other man, studying him for a moment. He wasn’t sure what his father thought this man could teach him, or if his father truly thought Hena would listen anyways.
“I was sent with a gift to present to you, my father insisted you take it as a sign of gratitude for accepting the request to mentor me.” He said, motioning the slave forward who held the large sealed pitcher of wine. The man stepped forward and presented it to Oso. He hated that he was being passed around like a young boy who needed to learn to read, but he hoped that perhaps Oso would allow him to partake in the wine along side his lessons, to at least brighten the day a little.
He waited then, unsure of where he was to go or what exactly they would be doing. He hoped to the Gods that it wasn’t some sort of combat training. Akhenaten was not a fighter, nor did he have any desire to ever become one. He was content with his life as it was and wished that he had been able to remain the insignificant second son.
Instead, here he stood with this man, waiting to find out what sort of hell his father had sent him to, and what sort of boring lessons he was expected to learn. He had nothing against the man who was to teach him but had every issue with the fact that he was sent here to be taught. He did his best not to let it sour his mood to much, knowing how easily he could work himself into a fit if he allowed himself to dwell on it.
“I am going to be honest with you, Lord Osorsen, I do not know why my father has sent me to you, or what he thinks you can possibly teach me that I don’t already know.” He said, seeing no reason to pretend otherwise, his distaste for being there was written all over the way he held himself and his expression.
Akhenaten wanted this day to be over with. His idea of a good time wasn’t exactly being in the company of men his father thought could mentor him and teach him. Simply put, he wanted to have a drink in his hand and a woman in his lap.
He forced a little smile when the older man opened the doors to allow him in, returning the small bow of respect that had been given to him. He stepped inside as he was offered the opportunity to do so, taking a moment to look around and note the state of his house.
“Yes, he was quite intent on my visit here.” He said, eyes going from roaming his surroundings to looking back at the other man, studying him for a moment. He wasn’t sure what his father thought this man could teach him, or if his father truly thought Hena would listen anyways.
“I was sent with a gift to present to you, my father insisted you take it as a sign of gratitude for accepting the request to mentor me.” He said, motioning the slave forward who held the large sealed pitcher of wine. The man stepped forward and presented it to Oso. He hated that he was being passed around like a young boy who needed to learn to read, but he hoped that perhaps Oso would allow him to partake in the wine along side his lessons, to at least brighten the day a little.
He waited then, unsure of where he was to go or what exactly they would be doing. He hoped to the Gods that it wasn’t some sort of combat training. Akhenaten was not a fighter, nor did he have any desire to ever become one. He was content with his life as it was and wished that he had been able to remain the insignificant second son.
Instead, here he stood with this man, waiting to find out what sort of hell his father had sent him to, and what sort of boring lessons he was expected to learn. He had nothing against the man who was to teach him but had every issue with the fact that he was sent here to be taught. He did his best not to let it sour his mood to much, knowing how easily he could work himself into a fit if he allowed himself to dwell on it.
“I am going to be honest with you, Lord Osorsen, I do not know why my father has sent me to you, or what he thinks you can possibly teach me that I don’t already know.” He said, seeing no reason to pretend otherwise, his distaste for being there was written all over the way he held himself and his expression.
The look of boredom and reluctance was clear on the young man's face, and Oso pressed his lips together to hide his smirk. He'd felt much the same before, but for a different reason. Any time he was made to go to a party he didn't want to attend, some fancy occasion where he was supposed to network and show off the might of his house by saying the right things and bowing at the right time irked him to no end. He would much rather be studying all things military, practicing with his men, studying the latest breeding lineage of their horses. Perhaps he could find a way to make this as painless for them both as possible.
"Ah, my thanks to you and your father. Shall we have a cup as we discuss?" One of his own slaves had appeared at his elbow, taking the wine from the H'Sheifa slave and vanishing to get the appropriate goblets for them both. "Please, sit."
He gestured to the table and chairs on the terrace, a commanding view of the H'Moghadam lands and the Nile spread before them. Not that he was expecting Akhenaten to show any awe, and the boy confirmed it with his comment as he sat. Oso's brow lifted slightly but he allowed the other to finish his statement and for the wine to be poured before he replied. It was the way of young men, to either think they knew everything and had disdain for learning, or to think they knew nothing and be eager to know all. He had been one sort, and Akhenaten was the other.
"I believe your father wishes for me to impart the seriousness of your position to you. As the only son of my family, I had to learn a good deal quickly once my father died. More than I was ready for." Studying the H'Sheifa lad over the rim of his glass, he took a sip of the wine before setting it on the table and crossing his hands before him in a pensive pose.
"He could also hope that I take you out to the training yards with my men and put you through your paces. But, what I would like, is to be friends. In future we can be helpful to one another, and there are things it is on occasion easier to discuss with someone other than one's own family. Especially a family in turmoil."
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The look of boredom and reluctance was clear on the young man's face, and Oso pressed his lips together to hide his smirk. He'd felt much the same before, but for a different reason. Any time he was made to go to a party he didn't want to attend, some fancy occasion where he was supposed to network and show off the might of his house by saying the right things and bowing at the right time irked him to no end. He would much rather be studying all things military, practicing with his men, studying the latest breeding lineage of their horses. Perhaps he could find a way to make this as painless for them both as possible.
"Ah, my thanks to you and your father. Shall we have a cup as we discuss?" One of his own slaves had appeared at his elbow, taking the wine from the H'Sheifa slave and vanishing to get the appropriate goblets for them both. "Please, sit."
He gestured to the table and chairs on the terrace, a commanding view of the H'Moghadam lands and the Nile spread before them. Not that he was expecting Akhenaten to show any awe, and the boy confirmed it with his comment as he sat. Oso's brow lifted slightly but he allowed the other to finish his statement and for the wine to be poured before he replied. It was the way of young men, to either think they knew everything and had disdain for learning, or to think they knew nothing and be eager to know all. He had been one sort, and Akhenaten was the other.
"I believe your father wishes for me to impart the seriousness of your position to you. As the only son of my family, I had to learn a good deal quickly once my father died. More than I was ready for." Studying the H'Sheifa lad over the rim of his glass, he took a sip of the wine before setting it on the table and crossing his hands before him in a pensive pose.
"He could also hope that I take you out to the training yards with my men and put you through your paces. But, what I would like, is to be friends. In future we can be helpful to one another, and there are things it is on occasion easier to discuss with someone other than one's own family. Especially a family in turmoil."
The look of boredom and reluctance was clear on the young man's face, and Oso pressed his lips together to hide his smirk. He'd felt much the same before, but for a different reason. Any time he was made to go to a party he didn't want to attend, some fancy occasion where he was supposed to network and show off the might of his house by saying the right things and bowing at the right time irked him to no end. He would much rather be studying all things military, practicing with his men, studying the latest breeding lineage of their horses. Perhaps he could find a way to make this as painless for them both as possible.
"Ah, my thanks to you and your father. Shall we have a cup as we discuss?" One of his own slaves had appeared at his elbow, taking the wine from the H'Sheifa slave and vanishing to get the appropriate goblets for them both. "Please, sit."
He gestured to the table and chairs on the terrace, a commanding view of the H'Moghadam lands and the Nile spread before them. Not that he was expecting Akhenaten to show any awe, and the boy confirmed it with his comment as he sat. Oso's brow lifted slightly but he allowed the other to finish his statement and for the wine to be poured before he replied. It was the way of young men, to either think they knew everything and had disdain for learning, or to think they knew nothing and be eager to know all. He had been one sort, and Akhenaten was the other.
"I believe your father wishes for me to impart the seriousness of your position to you. As the only son of my family, I had to learn a good deal quickly once my father died. More than I was ready for." Studying the H'Sheifa lad over the rim of his glass, he took a sip of the wine before setting it on the table and crossing his hands before him in a pensive pose.
"He could also hope that I take you out to the training yards with my men and put you through your paces. But, what I would like, is to be friends. In future we can be helpful to one another, and there are things it is on occasion easier to discuss with someone other than one's own family. Especially a family in turmoil."
Hena was grateful as he was offered a cup of the wine he had brought, exactly what he had been hoping for. No matter what happened, he would at least be able to drink. The taste of the fine wine would make this day less terrible. And if he knew his father, which he did, the wine would actually be a good quality and not some cheap crap that could be purchased at any tavern.
He took a seat as Oso asked him to, his eyes taking in the land and view of the Nile, but held no awe at the sight. He wasn’t one for sight seeing, it had never held any interest to him. Even when visiting the pyramids as a young boy, he hadn’t care one bit about the sight in front of him, while others had their breath taken away at the beauty of the pyramids.
“My family isn’t in turmoil.” He snapped, getting upset at the idea that Oso would think his family was anything but strong and stable. Sure Sutekh leaving had cause a bit of a shake up of the family, but Hena refused to admit that it might have weakened his family in any way. Preferring to choose to be blind to the full reality of the situation.
His gaze turned from the view of his lands and instead to the man himself. He studied him for a moment, wondering what he was up to. There was no way he truly wanted to strike up a friendship with Hena. There was something else to it. But, he would play along, at least for the moment. Perhaps there was something he could get out of this supposed friendship.
“I have nothing that I can not discuss with my sister. Nor do I have much that I would discuss with you in the current moment. Perhaps if I knew you better, that would be different.” He said, his words calm and calculated as he attempted to leave the idea that they could be friends open, but not actually making any promises of friendship to him. He was interested in seeing what he could get out of the man, if anything. Perhaps this meeting would prove to be a little more fun than initially thought. If he could play along and get some sort of interesting gossip or something out of him, at least it wasn’t a complete and total waste of time.
“Tell me then, what lessons you believe my father wishes you to impart on me. I know what it takes to run a household, and I know what it takes to be a merchant. What else is there.” He said, actually a little curious what he would say, perhaps there was something he was missing. While Hena didn’t want this responsibility, he couldn’t deny that it was there and one day he would have to take over and run the household. A task he thought he could do, but he had never truly done it so perhaps there was something he was missing.
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Hena was grateful as he was offered a cup of the wine he had brought, exactly what he had been hoping for. No matter what happened, he would at least be able to drink. The taste of the fine wine would make this day less terrible. And if he knew his father, which he did, the wine would actually be a good quality and not some cheap crap that could be purchased at any tavern.
He took a seat as Oso asked him to, his eyes taking in the land and view of the Nile, but held no awe at the sight. He wasn’t one for sight seeing, it had never held any interest to him. Even when visiting the pyramids as a young boy, he hadn’t care one bit about the sight in front of him, while others had their breath taken away at the beauty of the pyramids.
“My family isn’t in turmoil.” He snapped, getting upset at the idea that Oso would think his family was anything but strong and stable. Sure Sutekh leaving had cause a bit of a shake up of the family, but Hena refused to admit that it might have weakened his family in any way. Preferring to choose to be blind to the full reality of the situation.
His gaze turned from the view of his lands and instead to the man himself. He studied him for a moment, wondering what he was up to. There was no way he truly wanted to strike up a friendship with Hena. There was something else to it. But, he would play along, at least for the moment. Perhaps there was something he could get out of this supposed friendship.
“I have nothing that I can not discuss with my sister. Nor do I have much that I would discuss with you in the current moment. Perhaps if I knew you better, that would be different.” He said, his words calm and calculated as he attempted to leave the idea that they could be friends open, but not actually making any promises of friendship to him. He was interested in seeing what he could get out of the man, if anything. Perhaps this meeting would prove to be a little more fun than initially thought. If he could play along and get some sort of interesting gossip or something out of him, at least it wasn’t a complete and total waste of time.
“Tell me then, what lessons you believe my father wishes you to impart on me. I know what it takes to run a household, and I know what it takes to be a merchant. What else is there.” He said, actually a little curious what he would say, perhaps there was something he was missing. While Hena didn’t want this responsibility, he couldn’t deny that it was there and one day he would have to take over and run the household. A task he thought he could do, but he had never truly done it so perhaps there was something he was missing.
Hena was grateful as he was offered a cup of the wine he had brought, exactly what he had been hoping for. No matter what happened, he would at least be able to drink. The taste of the fine wine would make this day less terrible. And if he knew his father, which he did, the wine would actually be a good quality and not some cheap crap that could be purchased at any tavern.
He took a seat as Oso asked him to, his eyes taking in the land and view of the Nile, but held no awe at the sight. He wasn’t one for sight seeing, it had never held any interest to him. Even when visiting the pyramids as a young boy, he hadn’t care one bit about the sight in front of him, while others had their breath taken away at the beauty of the pyramids.
“My family isn’t in turmoil.” He snapped, getting upset at the idea that Oso would think his family was anything but strong and stable. Sure Sutekh leaving had cause a bit of a shake up of the family, but Hena refused to admit that it might have weakened his family in any way. Preferring to choose to be blind to the full reality of the situation.
His gaze turned from the view of his lands and instead to the man himself. He studied him for a moment, wondering what he was up to. There was no way he truly wanted to strike up a friendship with Hena. There was something else to it. But, he would play along, at least for the moment. Perhaps there was something he could get out of this supposed friendship.
“I have nothing that I can not discuss with my sister. Nor do I have much that I would discuss with you in the current moment. Perhaps if I knew you better, that would be different.” He said, his words calm and calculated as he attempted to leave the idea that they could be friends open, but not actually making any promises of friendship to him. He was interested in seeing what he could get out of the man, if anything. Perhaps this meeting would prove to be a little more fun than initially thought. If he could play along and get some sort of interesting gossip or something out of him, at least it wasn’t a complete and total waste of time.
“Tell me then, what lessons you believe my father wishes you to impart on me. I know what it takes to run a household, and I know what it takes to be a merchant. What else is there.” He said, actually a little curious what he would say, perhaps there was something he was missing. While Hena didn’t want this responsibility, he couldn’t deny that it was there and one day he would have to take over and run the household. A task he thought he could do, but he had never truly done it so perhaps there was something he was missing.
Osorsen gave a hum of acquiescence at Akhenaten's assertion that his family was not in turmoil. He had heard and seen enough to know that whatever it was, the family was certainly not at peace. The Sirdar and Sirdsett were no longer on good terms, and rumor had it that both she and her daughter had taken to different beds in the face of this. Sutekh was a young man that Oso had always respected, but there was little he knew of the other son, a fault that was his own for overlooking him. It was lesson in taking interest in everyone who could one day be important.
"Then consider this a moment of simply getting to know one another better. My family has always been an ally of yours, I do not wish for that to end in our generation. Your sister is of course, a good person to speak with. But there are things she may not be able to assist with."
He smiled as calmly as he could, sitting back and indulging in the wine as he watched the younger man. Akhenaten seemed absolutely determined to brush him off, the result of being sent here by his sire no doubt instead of coming of his own free will. There wasn't much a young man hated more than being ordered about by their seniors, something Osorsen remembered well. Though his orders had included being sent to various parties to try to ingratiate himself with the nobility instead of something like this. One in particular brought a smile to his lips as memory of one of Akhenaten's sisters, a birthday party for Nefertaari that he and Neithotep had made a celebration of themselves in their own way.
"There is more to being a Sirdar than merchant and household work. The running of the household can be left to your wife or steward. It is equally important to see the deeper intricacies of the country. Without the nobility and how we hold the crown and ourselves up, Egypt would not be what it was."
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Osorsen gave a hum of acquiescence at Akhenaten's assertion that his family was not in turmoil. He had heard and seen enough to know that whatever it was, the family was certainly not at peace. The Sirdar and Sirdsett were no longer on good terms, and rumor had it that both she and her daughter had taken to different beds in the face of this. Sutekh was a young man that Oso had always respected, but there was little he knew of the other son, a fault that was his own for overlooking him. It was lesson in taking interest in everyone who could one day be important.
"Then consider this a moment of simply getting to know one another better. My family has always been an ally of yours, I do not wish for that to end in our generation. Your sister is of course, a good person to speak with. But there are things she may not be able to assist with."
He smiled as calmly as he could, sitting back and indulging in the wine as he watched the younger man. Akhenaten seemed absolutely determined to brush him off, the result of being sent here by his sire no doubt instead of coming of his own free will. There wasn't much a young man hated more than being ordered about by their seniors, something Osorsen remembered well. Though his orders had included being sent to various parties to try to ingratiate himself with the nobility instead of something like this. One in particular brought a smile to his lips as memory of one of Akhenaten's sisters, a birthday party for Nefertaari that he and Neithotep had made a celebration of themselves in their own way.
"There is more to being a Sirdar than merchant and household work. The running of the household can be left to your wife or steward. It is equally important to see the deeper intricacies of the country. Without the nobility and how we hold the crown and ourselves up, Egypt would not be what it was."
Osorsen gave a hum of acquiescence at Akhenaten's assertion that his family was not in turmoil. He had heard and seen enough to know that whatever it was, the family was certainly not at peace. The Sirdar and Sirdsett were no longer on good terms, and rumor had it that both she and her daughter had taken to different beds in the face of this. Sutekh was a young man that Oso had always respected, but there was little he knew of the other son, a fault that was his own for overlooking him. It was lesson in taking interest in everyone who could one day be important.
"Then consider this a moment of simply getting to know one another better. My family has always been an ally of yours, I do not wish for that to end in our generation. Your sister is of course, a good person to speak with. But there are things she may not be able to assist with."
He smiled as calmly as he could, sitting back and indulging in the wine as he watched the younger man. Akhenaten seemed absolutely determined to brush him off, the result of being sent here by his sire no doubt instead of coming of his own free will. There wasn't much a young man hated more than being ordered about by their seniors, something Osorsen remembered well. Though his orders had included being sent to various parties to try to ingratiate himself with the nobility instead of something like this. One in particular brought a smile to his lips as memory of one of Akhenaten's sisters, a birthday party for Nefertaari that he and Neithotep had made a celebration of themselves in their own way.
"There is more to being a Sirdar than merchant and household work. The running of the household can be left to your wife or steward. It is equally important to see the deeper intricacies of the country. Without the nobility and how we hold the crown and ourselves up, Egypt would not be what it was."
Akhenaten didn’t like the mention of his sister. He had no doubt that this man was someone his sister would likely sleep with, though it was not something he wished to think about. It was no secret to him that Nia liked to sleep around, and he couldn’t judge her even if he wanted to, for he did the same thing, but that did not mean he wanted to think about her in that way nor the men she slept with. That was the one part of their lives that the siblings did not share. Even they had boundaries, despite how close they were with each other.
“Then go on, tell me what knowledge you wish to impart upon me. Clearly my father thinks that there is much that someone of your wisdom could teach me.” He said, emphasizing the word wisdom, a jab at his age. Akhenaten could never be considered a nice person. He was not easy to get along with, and he didn’t try to make himself easy to get along with. He saw no reason to change himself to make people like him. He was content being who he was, even if he made enemies along the way.
Despite his snarky attitude, he knew deep down that he should probably listen to this man, should probably at least attempt to take his role seriously, for one day the responsibility would be thrust upon him and he would need to be prepared lest he saw his family sink.
Akhenaten was a selfish boy, and part of being selfish meant he needed the gold and status to continue his current lifestyle, so while he could talk like he didn’t really care, he knew he actually did. He was still wrestling with the idea that one day he would be the head of the house, and though he would never admit it, to himself or anyone else, he was actually terrified of what his future now held. He had spent his entire life up until recent months thinking that he would simply live off his families money and very few responsibilities. And now, he was suddenly going to be in charge of all of it without the years of preparation his older brother had had.
He supposed that was what his parents got for ignoring one son in favour of the other.
“Of all the people my father has sent or will be sending me to, you seemed like you would be the least unpleasant to deal with.” He said simply, which was true. He didn’t particularly care for being sent to any of these men that his father wanted him to learn from, but out of all of them, Osorsen seemed like he would have been the least lame out of all of them. He might be wrong, the man still had to prove that he wasn’t completely boring like the rest of them, but he hoped like hell he would at least make things a little interesting.
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Akhenaten didn’t like the mention of his sister. He had no doubt that this man was someone his sister would likely sleep with, though it was not something he wished to think about. It was no secret to him that Nia liked to sleep around, and he couldn’t judge her even if he wanted to, for he did the same thing, but that did not mean he wanted to think about her in that way nor the men she slept with. That was the one part of their lives that the siblings did not share. Even they had boundaries, despite how close they were with each other.
“Then go on, tell me what knowledge you wish to impart upon me. Clearly my father thinks that there is much that someone of your wisdom could teach me.” He said, emphasizing the word wisdom, a jab at his age. Akhenaten could never be considered a nice person. He was not easy to get along with, and he didn’t try to make himself easy to get along with. He saw no reason to change himself to make people like him. He was content being who he was, even if he made enemies along the way.
Despite his snarky attitude, he knew deep down that he should probably listen to this man, should probably at least attempt to take his role seriously, for one day the responsibility would be thrust upon him and he would need to be prepared lest he saw his family sink.
Akhenaten was a selfish boy, and part of being selfish meant he needed the gold and status to continue his current lifestyle, so while he could talk like he didn’t really care, he knew he actually did. He was still wrestling with the idea that one day he would be the head of the house, and though he would never admit it, to himself or anyone else, he was actually terrified of what his future now held. He had spent his entire life up until recent months thinking that he would simply live off his families money and very few responsibilities. And now, he was suddenly going to be in charge of all of it without the years of preparation his older brother had had.
He supposed that was what his parents got for ignoring one son in favour of the other.
“Of all the people my father has sent or will be sending me to, you seemed like you would be the least unpleasant to deal with.” He said simply, which was true. He didn’t particularly care for being sent to any of these men that his father wanted him to learn from, but out of all of them, Osorsen seemed like he would have been the least lame out of all of them. He might be wrong, the man still had to prove that he wasn’t completely boring like the rest of them, but he hoped like hell he would at least make things a little interesting.
Akhenaten didn’t like the mention of his sister. He had no doubt that this man was someone his sister would likely sleep with, though it was not something he wished to think about. It was no secret to him that Nia liked to sleep around, and he couldn’t judge her even if he wanted to, for he did the same thing, but that did not mean he wanted to think about her in that way nor the men she slept with. That was the one part of their lives that the siblings did not share. Even they had boundaries, despite how close they were with each other.
“Then go on, tell me what knowledge you wish to impart upon me. Clearly my father thinks that there is much that someone of your wisdom could teach me.” He said, emphasizing the word wisdom, a jab at his age. Akhenaten could never be considered a nice person. He was not easy to get along with, and he didn’t try to make himself easy to get along with. He saw no reason to change himself to make people like him. He was content being who he was, even if he made enemies along the way.
Despite his snarky attitude, he knew deep down that he should probably listen to this man, should probably at least attempt to take his role seriously, for one day the responsibility would be thrust upon him and he would need to be prepared lest he saw his family sink.
Akhenaten was a selfish boy, and part of being selfish meant he needed the gold and status to continue his current lifestyle, so while he could talk like he didn’t really care, he knew he actually did. He was still wrestling with the idea that one day he would be the head of the house, and though he would never admit it, to himself or anyone else, he was actually terrified of what his future now held. He had spent his entire life up until recent months thinking that he would simply live off his families money and very few responsibilities. And now, he was suddenly going to be in charge of all of it without the years of preparation his older brother had had.
He supposed that was what his parents got for ignoring one son in favour of the other.
“Of all the people my father has sent or will be sending me to, you seemed like you would be the least unpleasant to deal with.” He said simply, which was true. He didn’t particularly care for being sent to any of these men that his father wanted him to learn from, but out of all of them, Osorsen seemed like he would have been the least lame out of all of them. He might be wrong, the man still had to prove that he wasn’t completely boring like the rest of them, but he hoped like hell he would at least make things a little interesting.
The boy was so clearly against anything that he had to say, Osorsen wasn't sure what he would end up reporting to Onuphrius. Holding back a sigh at the emphasis on the term wisdom, not lost on him that in his seemingly advanced age he was being mocked, the baron simply waited for the younger to finish his remarks. With a shrug of his shoulders as Akhenaten finally seemed to wind himself down and ask for what he had to say, Oso took a deep drink from the wine in his cup before setting it aside and looking across at his companion.
Instead of launching into the long winded speech that culminated in many moral lessons learned and the wisdom requested, he general simply watched the boy for a long moment before he finally broke his silence. There was no need in trying to push him to learn and absorb more than he was ready for. The purpose he wished to take away from this day was that in him the new heir found someone he could trust and confide in. If he was to upheave the country and turn the world on its head, the more people he could count on being on his side the better.
"I know you have fear. Of your new place in life, of feeling that you have to catch up on the things you have been putting off. You thought you had forever to think about maybe absorbing some of the things that your brother was learning just in case his role ever fell to you. It was the same for me, my father seemed so entirely infallible that I was convinced I would be fifty before I had to take on any kind of responsibility."
Sitting forward with his elbows on his knees, he didn't intend to assume any kind of parental position though had he looked back at his grandfather speaking to him at this very age it might have been the same. A slight smile, devoid of sympathy for that was the last thing a young man like this would accept, settled on him for a moment before he continued.
"My only wisdom for you is to know your allies. Your enemies will make themselves known quickly, but those you can entirely and truly trust are harder to discover. I should like to be one of those allies, but not all will be so candid with you."
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The boy was so clearly against anything that he had to say, Osorsen wasn't sure what he would end up reporting to Onuphrius. Holding back a sigh at the emphasis on the term wisdom, not lost on him that in his seemingly advanced age he was being mocked, the baron simply waited for the younger to finish his remarks. With a shrug of his shoulders as Akhenaten finally seemed to wind himself down and ask for what he had to say, Oso took a deep drink from the wine in his cup before setting it aside and looking across at his companion.
Instead of launching into the long winded speech that culminated in many moral lessons learned and the wisdom requested, he general simply watched the boy for a long moment before he finally broke his silence. There was no need in trying to push him to learn and absorb more than he was ready for. The purpose he wished to take away from this day was that in him the new heir found someone he could trust and confide in. If he was to upheave the country and turn the world on its head, the more people he could count on being on his side the better.
"I know you have fear. Of your new place in life, of feeling that you have to catch up on the things you have been putting off. You thought you had forever to think about maybe absorbing some of the things that your brother was learning just in case his role ever fell to you. It was the same for me, my father seemed so entirely infallible that I was convinced I would be fifty before I had to take on any kind of responsibility."
Sitting forward with his elbows on his knees, he didn't intend to assume any kind of parental position though had he looked back at his grandfather speaking to him at this very age it might have been the same. A slight smile, devoid of sympathy for that was the last thing a young man like this would accept, settled on him for a moment before he continued.
"My only wisdom for you is to know your allies. Your enemies will make themselves known quickly, but those you can entirely and truly trust are harder to discover. I should like to be one of those allies, but not all will be so candid with you."
The boy was so clearly against anything that he had to say, Osorsen wasn't sure what he would end up reporting to Onuphrius. Holding back a sigh at the emphasis on the term wisdom, not lost on him that in his seemingly advanced age he was being mocked, the baron simply waited for the younger to finish his remarks. With a shrug of his shoulders as Akhenaten finally seemed to wind himself down and ask for what he had to say, Oso took a deep drink from the wine in his cup before setting it aside and looking across at his companion.
Instead of launching into the long winded speech that culminated in many moral lessons learned and the wisdom requested, he general simply watched the boy for a long moment before he finally broke his silence. There was no need in trying to push him to learn and absorb more than he was ready for. The purpose he wished to take away from this day was that in him the new heir found someone he could trust and confide in. If he was to upheave the country and turn the world on its head, the more people he could count on being on his side the better.
"I know you have fear. Of your new place in life, of feeling that you have to catch up on the things you have been putting off. You thought you had forever to think about maybe absorbing some of the things that your brother was learning just in case his role ever fell to you. It was the same for me, my father seemed so entirely infallible that I was convinced I would be fifty before I had to take on any kind of responsibility."
Sitting forward with his elbows on his knees, he didn't intend to assume any kind of parental position though had he looked back at his grandfather speaking to him at this very age it might have been the same. A slight smile, devoid of sympathy for that was the last thing a young man like this would accept, settled on him for a moment before he continued.
"My only wisdom for you is to know your allies. Your enemies will make themselves known quickly, but those you can entirely and truly trust are harder to discover. I should like to be one of those allies, but not all will be so candid with you."
Akhenaten shifted a little in discomfort as the other man just sort of looked at him for awhile. Why was he not speaking? He was not used to being observed, he was used to being a loud and obnoxious blur in peoples lives for a small amount of time before he moved on to the next thing. He wasn’t used to being under such scrutiny.
“I don’t hold fear.” He snapped, unwilling to admit that he felt such things, that Oso’s words hit the exact truth. He was absolutely terrified that he had to take over the mantle of heir and one day would be in charge of the well-being of his house and his family. He hadn’t even truly admitted these feelings to his sister, unwilling to admit them fully to himself or anyone else. He thought his father would live for much longer, that Hena wouldn’t have to take over for years to come yet, and some where along the line he would perhaps learn what he needed to learn.
Dissmissing Oso’s own similar story, he thought to himself that he wasn’t in the same situation. His father would be alive for longer, and Hena would have years to figure this all out and take over. He knew it, his life was different than the other mans, no matter the small similarities that were pointed out.
“Your concern is noted, but my father is still in good health, and will remain so for years to come. I will not be taking over for him for a long time yet.” He stated simply, oblivious to how naive and childish he sounded, especially with what the other just told him. Death could happen at any time, for seemingly no reason at all, but Hena refused to admit that that could happen to anyone in his family, least of all his father.
“And just because you state you wish to be my ally, I should believe you and just accept that? No offence my Lord, but I barely know you. This is the first time I have met you, at least that I remember. Am I just supposed to take your word that I can trust you because in the past our families have been on good terms?” He scoffed, raising an eyebrow and taking a drink of his wine, pausing for a moment as he did.
“Is it not wiser for me to form my own opinions of potential allies and choose for myself who I trust, unbound by opinions formed by the earlier generation?” He said, his words hinting at the fact that if Oso wanted a continued alliance with his house when Hena took over, he would need to prove himself to be useful and trustworthy. Hena would not waste his time on someone who had nothing to offer him or his family, even if his father trusted the man. Akhenaten was not his father, in fact he was so different from his own father, that it was hard to believe he was the mans only true son. If anyone had taken a guess at which of the brothers was not related to the head of the Sheifa family, everyone would have guessed Hena and not Sutekh.
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Akhenaten shifted a little in discomfort as the other man just sort of looked at him for awhile. Why was he not speaking? He was not used to being observed, he was used to being a loud and obnoxious blur in peoples lives for a small amount of time before he moved on to the next thing. He wasn’t used to being under such scrutiny.
“I don’t hold fear.” He snapped, unwilling to admit that he felt such things, that Oso’s words hit the exact truth. He was absolutely terrified that he had to take over the mantle of heir and one day would be in charge of the well-being of his house and his family. He hadn’t even truly admitted these feelings to his sister, unwilling to admit them fully to himself or anyone else. He thought his father would live for much longer, that Hena wouldn’t have to take over for years to come yet, and some where along the line he would perhaps learn what he needed to learn.
Dissmissing Oso’s own similar story, he thought to himself that he wasn’t in the same situation. His father would be alive for longer, and Hena would have years to figure this all out and take over. He knew it, his life was different than the other mans, no matter the small similarities that were pointed out.
“Your concern is noted, but my father is still in good health, and will remain so for years to come. I will not be taking over for him for a long time yet.” He stated simply, oblivious to how naive and childish he sounded, especially with what the other just told him. Death could happen at any time, for seemingly no reason at all, but Hena refused to admit that that could happen to anyone in his family, least of all his father.
“And just because you state you wish to be my ally, I should believe you and just accept that? No offence my Lord, but I barely know you. This is the first time I have met you, at least that I remember. Am I just supposed to take your word that I can trust you because in the past our families have been on good terms?” He scoffed, raising an eyebrow and taking a drink of his wine, pausing for a moment as he did.
“Is it not wiser for me to form my own opinions of potential allies and choose for myself who I trust, unbound by opinions formed by the earlier generation?” He said, his words hinting at the fact that if Oso wanted a continued alliance with his house when Hena took over, he would need to prove himself to be useful and trustworthy. Hena would not waste his time on someone who had nothing to offer him or his family, even if his father trusted the man. Akhenaten was not his father, in fact he was so different from his own father, that it was hard to believe he was the mans only true son. If anyone had taken a guess at which of the brothers was not related to the head of the Sheifa family, everyone would have guessed Hena and not Sutekh.
Akhenaten shifted a little in discomfort as the other man just sort of looked at him for awhile. Why was he not speaking? He was not used to being observed, he was used to being a loud and obnoxious blur in peoples lives for a small amount of time before he moved on to the next thing. He wasn’t used to being under such scrutiny.
“I don’t hold fear.” He snapped, unwilling to admit that he felt such things, that Oso’s words hit the exact truth. He was absolutely terrified that he had to take over the mantle of heir and one day would be in charge of the well-being of his house and his family. He hadn’t even truly admitted these feelings to his sister, unwilling to admit them fully to himself or anyone else. He thought his father would live for much longer, that Hena wouldn’t have to take over for years to come yet, and some where along the line he would perhaps learn what he needed to learn.
Dissmissing Oso’s own similar story, he thought to himself that he wasn’t in the same situation. His father would be alive for longer, and Hena would have years to figure this all out and take over. He knew it, his life was different than the other mans, no matter the small similarities that were pointed out.
“Your concern is noted, but my father is still in good health, and will remain so for years to come. I will not be taking over for him for a long time yet.” He stated simply, oblivious to how naive and childish he sounded, especially with what the other just told him. Death could happen at any time, for seemingly no reason at all, but Hena refused to admit that that could happen to anyone in his family, least of all his father.
“And just because you state you wish to be my ally, I should believe you and just accept that? No offence my Lord, but I barely know you. This is the first time I have met you, at least that I remember. Am I just supposed to take your word that I can trust you because in the past our families have been on good terms?” He scoffed, raising an eyebrow and taking a drink of his wine, pausing for a moment as he did.
“Is it not wiser for me to form my own opinions of potential allies and choose for myself who I trust, unbound by opinions formed by the earlier generation?” He said, his words hinting at the fact that if Oso wanted a continued alliance with his house when Hena took over, he would need to prove himself to be useful and trustworthy. Hena would not waste his time on someone who had nothing to offer him or his family, even if his father trusted the man. Akhenaten was not his father, in fact he was so different from his own father, that it was hard to believe he was the mans only true son. If anyone had taken a guess at which of the brothers was not related to the head of the Sheifa family, everyone would have guessed Hena and not Sutekh.
"Good, then if you hold no fear or concerns, I suppose we can sip our wine in silence until you feel you've spent time enough here that your father will be satisfied."
The general sat back in his chair, reaching for the cup of wine that had been refilled by one of the silent shadows of his servants. If Akhenaten was still in denial and determined to be a petulant child, there was nothing more Oso could say to him. Perhaps it was too soon after the revelation of Sutekh's parentage, the younger of the brothers was still inclined to behave like a second son he would just have to wait. Maybe later on, a few years from now, he would be able to secure an alliance with Hei Sheifa.
In truth, he could do it easily enough by marrying one of the boy's sisters. They were all beautiful, and his grandfather would be thrilled to see him settled, especially with such an alliance. One day he would do it, make an offer to the Sirdar for one of his daughters and go through the motions of a marriage, have heirs for both families and find a way to be content with his lot. His plans had failed, and while he still wished for the day that he might overthrow Iahotep, even to install Sutekh or Hatshepsut's child, without allies it would be difficult to achieve.
"I wish to continue the good relationship between our families. I have no desire to break bonds that have so far served our Heis both well, that is all. Should you have some sort of request or proof that you wish me to show you that I intend to keep our relations close, I offer that my grandfather has long wished for me to wed one of your sisters. Until recently the uncertainty in the kingdom at the identity of the pharaoh, and the campaigns to defend the country have kept me from pursuing this alliance. But perhaps one day soon we will be brothers."
Oso lifted his cup to his lips once more to let the news sink in, before carrying on with his response to the younger man's question. "It is wise to seek and make your own council. And choose whom you wish to trust. I wish to be one of those people, but it is ultimately your choice. To stay here, or to leave, to give your blessing to the potential union with your family, or to curse it. You are your own man."
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"Good, then if you hold no fear or concerns, I suppose we can sip our wine in silence until you feel you've spent time enough here that your father will be satisfied."
The general sat back in his chair, reaching for the cup of wine that had been refilled by one of the silent shadows of his servants. If Akhenaten was still in denial and determined to be a petulant child, there was nothing more Oso could say to him. Perhaps it was too soon after the revelation of Sutekh's parentage, the younger of the brothers was still inclined to behave like a second son he would just have to wait. Maybe later on, a few years from now, he would be able to secure an alliance with Hei Sheifa.
In truth, he could do it easily enough by marrying one of the boy's sisters. They were all beautiful, and his grandfather would be thrilled to see him settled, especially with such an alliance. One day he would do it, make an offer to the Sirdar for one of his daughters and go through the motions of a marriage, have heirs for both families and find a way to be content with his lot. His plans had failed, and while he still wished for the day that he might overthrow Iahotep, even to install Sutekh or Hatshepsut's child, without allies it would be difficult to achieve.
"I wish to continue the good relationship between our families. I have no desire to break bonds that have so far served our Heis both well, that is all. Should you have some sort of request or proof that you wish me to show you that I intend to keep our relations close, I offer that my grandfather has long wished for me to wed one of your sisters. Until recently the uncertainty in the kingdom at the identity of the pharaoh, and the campaigns to defend the country have kept me from pursuing this alliance. But perhaps one day soon we will be brothers."
Oso lifted his cup to his lips once more to let the news sink in, before carrying on with his response to the younger man's question. "It is wise to seek and make your own council. And choose whom you wish to trust. I wish to be one of those people, but it is ultimately your choice. To stay here, or to leave, to give your blessing to the potential union with your family, or to curse it. You are your own man."
"Good, then if you hold no fear or concerns, I suppose we can sip our wine in silence until you feel you've spent time enough here that your father will be satisfied."
The general sat back in his chair, reaching for the cup of wine that had been refilled by one of the silent shadows of his servants. If Akhenaten was still in denial and determined to be a petulant child, there was nothing more Oso could say to him. Perhaps it was too soon after the revelation of Sutekh's parentage, the younger of the brothers was still inclined to behave like a second son he would just have to wait. Maybe later on, a few years from now, he would be able to secure an alliance with Hei Sheifa.
In truth, he could do it easily enough by marrying one of the boy's sisters. They were all beautiful, and his grandfather would be thrilled to see him settled, especially with such an alliance. One day he would do it, make an offer to the Sirdar for one of his daughters and go through the motions of a marriage, have heirs for both families and find a way to be content with his lot. His plans had failed, and while he still wished for the day that he might overthrow Iahotep, even to install Sutekh or Hatshepsut's child, without allies it would be difficult to achieve.
"I wish to continue the good relationship between our families. I have no desire to break bonds that have so far served our Heis both well, that is all. Should you have some sort of request or proof that you wish me to show you that I intend to keep our relations close, I offer that my grandfather has long wished for me to wed one of your sisters. Until recently the uncertainty in the kingdom at the identity of the pharaoh, and the campaigns to defend the country have kept me from pursuing this alliance. But perhaps one day soon we will be brothers."
Oso lifted his cup to his lips once more to let the news sink in, before carrying on with his response to the younger man's question. "It is wise to seek and make your own council. And choose whom you wish to trust. I wish to be one of those people, but it is ultimately your choice. To stay here, or to leave, to give your blessing to the potential union with your family, or to curse it. You are your own man."
Hena wasn’t sure what the others play was in discussing marriage to one of his sisters. He could care less who any of them married, except for Nia. If it was some sort of power flex to show Hena that he could marry one of his sisters whether he liked it or not, it didn’t bother him.
“Marry who ever you would like. Marriage does not make for a bond of trust between those who are not married.” He stated. Whether Oso married one of his sisters or not, it did not mean that Hena had to trust or like him when he took over for his father. Typically it was expected, but Hena was never good at doing what was expected of him. He would prefer to build his network of allies through having them prove themselves to be trustworthy. He had no idea why his father trusted this man, or whether his father’s judgment was legitimate, so he would trust his own judgment when it came to such things.
“You can teach me what ever my father seems to think you can teach me if you so wish, but I will not be staying longer than necessary. I have more important things to be doing with my time than what ever it is that my father thinks I should be doing.” He stated, taking a drink of his own wine. He would hear Oso out at least, and if it was something he found interesting or thought he needed to know, then perhaps he would stay longer and truly try to learn something.
But the odds were slim, there was very few things that the young Akhenaten didn’t know, or so he thought. In his mind he already knew what he needed to know, and he was ready to take over for his father at any moment.
In reality, he was far from ready, not having been prepped for such a thing. Sutekh had gotten all of that, the attention and the lessons, the grooming for taking over as head of the house. And now? Sutekh was illegitimate and his father was left with a son he should have given equal attention to.
But that was not something that Hena would admit to himself or others. It could be said he was rather delusional when it came to his knowledge and capability.
“So what lessons then, do you think my father wishes you to impart upon me?” He asked, honestly just a little bit curious of what his father thought that this man could teach him. If it was things on war, that was none of Hena’s concern. He had never been a soldier, would never be a soldier, and his family didn’t have much of a history in the military anyways. They were merchants, they had always been merchants and would always be merchants. Hena knew that side of things, and he wasn’t sure if Oso knew much about that.
He supposed it could be something about running a Hei, but that couldn’t be anything he didn’t already know.
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Hena wasn’t sure what the others play was in discussing marriage to one of his sisters. He could care less who any of them married, except for Nia. If it was some sort of power flex to show Hena that he could marry one of his sisters whether he liked it or not, it didn’t bother him.
“Marry who ever you would like. Marriage does not make for a bond of trust between those who are not married.” He stated. Whether Oso married one of his sisters or not, it did not mean that Hena had to trust or like him when he took over for his father. Typically it was expected, but Hena was never good at doing what was expected of him. He would prefer to build his network of allies through having them prove themselves to be trustworthy. He had no idea why his father trusted this man, or whether his father’s judgment was legitimate, so he would trust his own judgment when it came to such things.
“You can teach me what ever my father seems to think you can teach me if you so wish, but I will not be staying longer than necessary. I have more important things to be doing with my time than what ever it is that my father thinks I should be doing.” He stated, taking a drink of his own wine. He would hear Oso out at least, and if it was something he found interesting or thought he needed to know, then perhaps he would stay longer and truly try to learn something.
But the odds were slim, there was very few things that the young Akhenaten didn’t know, or so he thought. In his mind he already knew what he needed to know, and he was ready to take over for his father at any moment.
In reality, he was far from ready, not having been prepped for such a thing. Sutekh had gotten all of that, the attention and the lessons, the grooming for taking over as head of the house. And now? Sutekh was illegitimate and his father was left with a son he should have given equal attention to.
But that was not something that Hena would admit to himself or others. It could be said he was rather delusional when it came to his knowledge and capability.
“So what lessons then, do you think my father wishes you to impart upon me?” He asked, honestly just a little bit curious of what his father thought that this man could teach him. If it was things on war, that was none of Hena’s concern. He had never been a soldier, would never be a soldier, and his family didn’t have much of a history in the military anyways. They were merchants, they had always been merchants and would always be merchants. Hena knew that side of things, and he wasn’t sure if Oso knew much about that.
He supposed it could be something about running a Hei, but that couldn’t be anything he didn’t already know.
Hena wasn’t sure what the others play was in discussing marriage to one of his sisters. He could care less who any of them married, except for Nia. If it was some sort of power flex to show Hena that he could marry one of his sisters whether he liked it or not, it didn’t bother him.
“Marry who ever you would like. Marriage does not make for a bond of trust between those who are not married.” He stated. Whether Oso married one of his sisters or not, it did not mean that Hena had to trust or like him when he took over for his father. Typically it was expected, but Hena was never good at doing what was expected of him. He would prefer to build his network of allies through having them prove themselves to be trustworthy. He had no idea why his father trusted this man, or whether his father’s judgment was legitimate, so he would trust his own judgment when it came to such things.
“You can teach me what ever my father seems to think you can teach me if you so wish, but I will not be staying longer than necessary. I have more important things to be doing with my time than what ever it is that my father thinks I should be doing.” He stated, taking a drink of his own wine. He would hear Oso out at least, and if it was something he found interesting or thought he needed to know, then perhaps he would stay longer and truly try to learn something.
But the odds were slim, there was very few things that the young Akhenaten didn’t know, or so he thought. In his mind he already knew what he needed to know, and he was ready to take over for his father at any moment.
In reality, he was far from ready, not having been prepped for such a thing. Sutekh had gotten all of that, the attention and the lessons, the grooming for taking over as head of the house. And now? Sutekh was illegitimate and his father was left with a son he should have given equal attention to.
But that was not something that Hena would admit to himself or others. It could be said he was rather delusional when it came to his knowledge and capability.
“So what lessons then, do you think my father wishes you to impart upon me?” He asked, honestly just a little bit curious of what his father thought that this man could teach him. If it was things on war, that was none of Hena’s concern. He had never been a soldier, would never be a soldier, and his family didn’t have much of a history in the military anyways. They were merchants, they had always been merchants and would always be merchants. Hena knew that side of things, and he wasn’t sure if Oso knew much about that.
He supposed it could be something about running a Hei, but that couldn’t be anything he didn’t already know.
"What would you need to see in order to trust me, Akhenaten?"
His question was simple enough, perhaps enough to sound desperate and simple, but it was one he wished for a true and easy answer to. If there was something the young lad needed from him to begin a confidence, if he needed to speak with Nia to see what she could do in swaying the young heir's opinion of him, or if it was a cause lost to youth and stubbornness for now he could wait.
"It makes little sense for us to continue speaking in circles and codes. Your father asked me to speak with you to try to ensure that the cooperation between our families continues. He knows as I do that you have been not in the sphere of an heir, just as I was as a boy. I believe he hoped we could simply talk, as two men who have been in the same position. There is no grand secret I can impart to you, only an open offer for counsel and assistance if ever you have the need."
Grand attempt at a speech finished, Osorsen sat back with his wine, the sand colored cat that had wound around the room jumping into his lap with a purr, back arched under the attention of his master before he settled in place. Clearly he wasn't going anywhere any time soon. Whenever one of his small charges chose his lap as a place to nap he stayed as long as he could, and with nothing to do but drink wine and attempt to talk to the young man, the creature was well in place. If the lad wanted a tour of the grounds, wanted to go out to the training yards and spar a few bouts, he would shift, but otherwise they were in for the moment.
Osorsen watched the younger man, trying to determine how disappointed Akhenaten was with his attempts at connection and furthering an alliance. Perhaps it was a mistake to bring anything up regarding a potential marriage in the future, but it had been done now and it could not be unsaid. Content to sit in silence, the general stroked the cat in his lap and sipped his wine, waiting to see if a response would be had or if the young man would get up and walk out.
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"What would you need to see in order to trust me, Akhenaten?"
His question was simple enough, perhaps enough to sound desperate and simple, but it was one he wished for a true and easy answer to. If there was something the young lad needed from him to begin a confidence, if he needed to speak with Nia to see what she could do in swaying the young heir's opinion of him, or if it was a cause lost to youth and stubbornness for now he could wait.
"It makes little sense for us to continue speaking in circles and codes. Your father asked me to speak with you to try to ensure that the cooperation between our families continues. He knows as I do that you have been not in the sphere of an heir, just as I was as a boy. I believe he hoped we could simply talk, as two men who have been in the same position. There is no grand secret I can impart to you, only an open offer for counsel and assistance if ever you have the need."
Grand attempt at a speech finished, Osorsen sat back with his wine, the sand colored cat that had wound around the room jumping into his lap with a purr, back arched under the attention of his master before he settled in place. Clearly he wasn't going anywhere any time soon. Whenever one of his small charges chose his lap as a place to nap he stayed as long as he could, and with nothing to do but drink wine and attempt to talk to the young man, the creature was well in place. If the lad wanted a tour of the grounds, wanted to go out to the training yards and spar a few bouts, he would shift, but otherwise they were in for the moment.
Osorsen watched the younger man, trying to determine how disappointed Akhenaten was with his attempts at connection and furthering an alliance. Perhaps it was a mistake to bring anything up regarding a potential marriage in the future, but it had been done now and it could not be unsaid. Content to sit in silence, the general stroked the cat in his lap and sipped his wine, waiting to see if a response would be had or if the young man would get up and walk out.
"What would you need to see in order to trust me, Akhenaten?"
His question was simple enough, perhaps enough to sound desperate and simple, but it was one he wished for a true and easy answer to. If there was something the young lad needed from him to begin a confidence, if he needed to speak with Nia to see what she could do in swaying the young heir's opinion of him, or if it was a cause lost to youth and stubbornness for now he could wait.
"It makes little sense for us to continue speaking in circles and codes. Your father asked me to speak with you to try to ensure that the cooperation between our families continues. He knows as I do that you have been not in the sphere of an heir, just as I was as a boy. I believe he hoped we could simply talk, as two men who have been in the same position. There is no grand secret I can impart to you, only an open offer for counsel and assistance if ever you have the need."
Grand attempt at a speech finished, Osorsen sat back with his wine, the sand colored cat that had wound around the room jumping into his lap with a purr, back arched under the attention of his master before he settled in place. Clearly he wasn't going anywhere any time soon. Whenever one of his small charges chose his lap as a place to nap he stayed as long as he could, and with nothing to do but drink wine and attempt to talk to the young man, the creature was well in place. If the lad wanted a tour of the grounds, wanted to go out to the training yards and spar a few bouts, he would shift, but otherwise they were in for the moment.
Osorsen watched the younger man, trying to determine how disappointed Akhenaten was with his attempts at connection and furthering an alliance. Perhaps it was a mistake to bring anything up regarding a potential marriage in the future, but it had been done now and it could not be unsaid. Content to sit in silence, the general stroked the cat in his lap and sipped his wine, waiting to see if a response would be had or if the young man would get up and walk out.
Hena wasn’t sure what it would take for him to trust the other, he wasn’t sure it would just be one thing that would make him trust. All he knew was that if he was to take over the house some day soon, he would forge his own connection, make his own allies and he would bring the family even further into power through his own methods. He was not his father, nor was he the copy of his father that his older brother had been growing up to be.
As for one specific thing that this man could do to earn his trust? There was not one. It would come over time, he was sure. If he truly wanted to continue the alliance of their families, but he could not speak to one task that would accomplish that goal.
“Loyalty. Prove that your loyalties lie with me, not with my father, and we may yet see an advantageous bond forged for both of us.” He stated, which was about as specific as he could put it. Hena had some things in mind for what he wanted, and those things would not be what his father would have done, not even close. There may even be a few not entirely legal things in his future plans.
While these plans were still just in the beginning stage, if Osorsen proved to be useful and proved that he was not going to turn tail and report the things Hena may get himself into, he may have use for the man that would benefit both of them in the long run.
But for now, he held no such faith in him.
“I do not sit here with a completely closed mind to the idea.” He stated when the other said he was there for counsel and assistance. “But keep in mind, I am not my father, nor am I my now disgraced brother. I am the future of Hei Sheifa. If you can move forward, away from the ancient ideas of our fathers before us, then I am certain we can build a lasting bond between the houses we will lead.” He stated, the gleam in his eyes spoke a message that his words only hinted at. A message that said the young man was hungry for power, for money, and unlike his father, he was not afraid to take the next steps he thought necessary to get both.
He downed the remaining wine in his cup, setting it upon the other man’s desk before he stood from his chair.
“Think on how far you are willing to go to accomplish your goals. What you are willing to do to see yourself and your house to the power you want.” He stated.
“If you decide that the archaic ways of our fathers and their fathers before them are not how you wish to build your legacy, you know where to find me.” Hena finished, giving the other a slight bow, he turned and took his leave, done with this meeting. He would leave the other to think on his words and determine what his next step would be. Hena had walked in a brat who would not co-operate, but he had walked out as a man who was forming plans for his future. And hopefully Oso would make the right decision, and be included in such plans.
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Hena wasn’t sure what it would take for him to trust the other, he wasn’t sure it would just be one thing that would make him trust. All he knew was that if he was to take over the house some day soon, he would forge his own connection, make his own allies and he would bring the family even further into power through his own methods. He was not his father, nor was he the copy of his father that his older brother had been growing up to be.
As for one specific thing that this man could do to earn his trust? There was not one. It would come over time, he was sure. If he truly wanted to continue the alliance of their families, but he could not speak to one task that would accomplish that goal.
“Loyalty. Prove that your loyalties lie with me, not with my father, and we may yet see an advantageous bond forged for both of us.” He stated, which was about as specific as he could put it. Hena had some things in mind for what he wanted, and those things would not be what his father would have done, not even close. There may even be a few not entirely legal things in his future plans.
While these plans were still just in the beginning stage, if Osorsen proved to be useful and proved that he was not going to turn tail and report the things Hena may get himself into, he may have use for the man that would benefit both of them in the long run.
But for now, he held no such faith in him.
“I do not sit here with a completely closed mind to the idea.” He stated when the other said he was there for counsel and assistance. “But keep in mind, I am not my father, nor am I my now disgraced brother. I am the future of Hei Sheifa. If you can move forward, away from the ancient ideas of our fathers before us, then I am certain we can build a lasting bond between the houses we will lead.” He stated, the gleam in his eyes spoke a message that his words only hinted at. A message that said the young man was hungry for power, for money, and unlike his father, he was not afraid to take the next steps he thought necessary to get both.
He downed the remaining wine in his cup, setting it upon the other man’s desk before he stood from his chair.
“Think on how far you are willing to go to accomplish your goals. What you are willing to do to see yourself and your house to the power you want.” He stated.
“If you decide that the archaic ways of our fathers and their fathers before them are not how you wish to build your legacy, you know where to find me.” Hena finished, giving the other a slight bow, he turned and took his leave, done with this meeting. He would leave the other to think on his words and determine what his next step would be. Hena had walked in a brat who would not co-operate, but he had walked out as a man who was forming plans for his future. And hopefully Oso would make the right decision, and be included in such plans.
Hena wasn’t sure what it would take for him to trust the other, he wasn’t sure it would just be one thing that would make him trust. All he knew was that if he was to take over the house some day soon, he would forge his own connection, make his own allies and he would bring the family even further into power through his own methods. He was not his father, nor was he the copy of his father that his older brother had been growing up to be.
As for one specific thing that this man could do to earn his trust? There was not one. It would come over time, he was sure. If he truly wanted to continue the alliance of their families, but he could not speak to one task that would accomplish that goal.
“Loyalty. Prove that your loyalties lie with me, not with my father, and we may yet see an advantageous bond forged for both of us.” He stated, which was about as specific as he could put it. Hena had some things in mind for what he wanted, and those things would not be what his father would have done, not even close. There may even be a few not entirely legal things in his future plans.
While these plans were still just in the beginning stage, if Osorsen proved to be useful and proved that he was not going to turn tail and report the things Hena may get himself into, he may have use for the man that would benefit both of them in the long run.
But for now, he held no such faith in him.
“I do not sit here with a completely closed mind to the idea.” He stated when the other said he was there for counsel and assistance. “But keep in mind, I am not my father, nor am I my now disgraced brother. I am the future of Hei Sheifa. If you can move forward, away from the ancient ideas of our fathers before us, then I am certain we can build a lasting bond between the houses we will lead.” He stated, the gleam in his eyes spoke a message that his words only hinted at. A message that said the young man was hungry for power, for money, and unlike his father, he was not afraid to take the next steps he thought necessary to get both.
He downed the remaining wine in his cup, setting it upon the other man’s desk before he stood from his chair.
“Think on how far you are willing to go to accomplish your goals. What you are willing to do to see yourself and your house to the power you want.” He stated.
“If you decide that the archaic ways of our fathers and their fathers before them are not how you wish to build your legacy, you know where to find me.” Hena finished, giving the other a slight bow, he turned and took his leave, done with this meeting. He would leave the other to think on his words and determine what his next step would be. Hena had walked in a brat who would not co-operate, but he had walked out as a man who was forming plans for his future. And hopefully Oso would make the right decision, and be included in such plans.