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His audience with the queen had gone far better than he could have anticipated. In introducing his most trusted men who would serve as her guard in the absence of himself and the pharaoh and explaining the protocol to keep her and her child safe, he had found himself once again in her arms. Making love to her when she was beginning to grow heavy with child was no different than it had been before, perhaps more tender and cautious, but as he held her to his chest in the moments of silence aside from their breathing, he could allow himself to dream that it was his child, that they were safe and content. The men outside the bed chamber were those he trusted to keep them safe and undiscovered, but it would not last for long.
Pressing soft kisses to her forehead cheeks and nose, he brushed the pad of his thumb along her jaw. There had been time when they could linger for ages. No one searching for them, no fear of death if they were discovered. If only he had been here, had been able to present his own case to the council instead of absent on a useless mission south. He could have saved her from this. There were marks on her body he did not question, afraid the answer would drive him to too much rage and send him seeking the pharaoh to kill him himself.
"If I do not come back, my men will stay with you. They will protect you with their lives until the end." Even speaking the words made his chest hurt and his arms wrap tighter around her, the thought of never being able to see her again was devastating. "Whatever happens, know I love you. And I will do my best to return and stay by your side always."
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His audience with the queen had gone far better than he could have anticipated. In introducing his most trusted men who would serve as her guard in the absence of himself and the pharaoh and explaining the protocol to keep her and her child safe, he had found himself once again in her arms. Making love to her when she was beginning to grow heavy with child was no different than it had been before, perhaps more tender and cautious, but as he held her to his chest in the moments of silence aside from their breathing, he could allow himself to dream that it was his child, that they were safe and content. The men outside the bed chamber were those he trusted to keep them safe and undiscovered, but it would not last for long.
Pressing soft kisses to her forehead cheeks and nose, he brushed the pad of his thumb along her jaw. There had been time when they could linger for ages. No one searching for them, no fear of death if they were discovered. If only he had been here, had been able to present his own case to the council instead of absent on a useless mission south. He could have saved her from this. There were marks on her body he did not question, afraid the answer would drive him to too much rage and send him seeking the pharaoh to kill him himself.
"If I do not come back, my men will stay with you. They will protect you with their lives until the end." Even speaking the words made his chest hurt and his arms wrap tighter around her, the thought of never being able to see her again was devastating. "Whatever happens, know I love you. And I will do my best to return and stay by your side always."
His audience with the queen had gone far better than he could have anticipated. In introducing his most trusted men who would serve as her guard in the absence of himself and the pharaoh and explaining the protocol to keep her and her child safe, he had found himself once again in her arms. Making love to her when she was beginning to grow heavy with child was no different than it had been before, perhaps more tender and cautious, but as he held her to his chest in the moments of silence aside from their breathing, he could allow himself to dream that it was his child, that they were safe and content. The men outside the bed chamber were those he trusted to keep them safe and undiscovered, but it would not last for long.
Pressing soft kisses to her forehead cheeks and nose, he brushed the pad of his thumb along her jaw. There had been time when they could linger for ages. No one searching for them, no fear of death if they were discovered. If only he had been here, had been able to present his own case to the council instead of absent on a useless mission south. He could have saved her from this. There were marks on her body he did not question, afraid the answer would drive him to too much rage and send him seeking the pharaoh to kill him himself.
"If I do not come back, my men will stay with you. They will protect you with their lives until the end." Even speaking the words made his chest hurt and his arms wrap tighter around her, the thought of never being able to see her again was devastating. "Whatever happens, know I love you. And I will do my best to return and stay by your side always."
It was just another meeting between the Queen and the General who was in charge of her protection during the upcoming war. Hatshepsut’s regal demeanor did not falter as she was introduced to the soldiers who had vowed to keep her and her baby safe. They were making an enormous sacrifice, one that might cost them their lives. In a rare moment of concern, Iahotep had told her that spies would be sent to the palace and there would be attacks on her life. Egypt would weaken with the loss of its Queen and its heir, and it would be easier for the Greeks to conquer her kingdom.
She nodded with respect at each of the guards, managing to keep her gaze from straying to her beloved Osorsen. If their eyes met, she would fly into his arms. cling to him, and beg him to stay and protect her himself. It was perhaps ironic that her lover had been put in command of her security. It seemed odd that her husband had chosen him, knowing that they had been close since childhood. Perhaps Zozer had suggested it, understanding that he was the best man to safeguard the Queen from any and all threats. Oso had more reason than anyone in Egypt to invest in her safety.
To her knowledge, Iahotep had no idea that they were in love or that they had been sneaking away to see each other right under his nose. Usually they met at inns in disguise, but this close to deployment, Hatshepsut had too many things to attend to … greeting the soldiers, cheering them with encouraging speeches (which she hated), and even walking among them in their camps to show her support. If she disappeared even for a mere hour, her absence would be noted. Now she listened to Osorsen’s deep resonant voice explaining the measures that had been put in place should the Greeks invade the palace.
Finally the meeting was over and she did allow her dark eyes to gaze into his as she told him she had another matter to discuss with him. Hatshepsut knew that her desire for him would be apparent. He sent his men outside to guard the door. Her maidservants left through the hidden servant’s door and she and Oso were alone at last to make love one final time before he went to war. Their coupling was ardent, poignant, and stunningly pleasurable. She told him over and over that she loved him. While he was away, she wanted him to remember those words and her voice to cheer him up until they could be together again.
Bathing in the afterglow of their lovemaking, she lay half on top of Osorsen as their breathing slowed, reveling in the way his skin felt hot against hers. Hatshepsut turned her head so that her ear was against his chest so she could listen to the strong steady beat of his heart. This was the first time they had made love in her chambers, but it was a much better place than an inn to say goodbye.
It was just a temporary parting. He would come back to her.
Her eyes still closed, the young Queen smiled as she felt his kisses rain upon her forehead and nose, leaning into him as he caressed her cheek. Reaching toward his hand, she lifted it, brought it to her lips, and kissed his palm. Her eyes opened as he spoke, reassuring her that she would be safe even if he didn’t return. Horror chilled her at the very thought, seeping deep into her bones, and she clung to him tightly as he wrapped his arms around her.
Raising one hand, Hatshepsut held a slender finger against his lips. “Don’t say such things, my love. You will return to me. I cannot live without you. If you fall, then so will I. There is a bond between us that can never be severed.” Slowly, gently, she traced his lips. “Even at war, I will be with you.” Shifting position slightly, she moved her hand to his chest and splayed it over his heart. “I will be right here. You will never be alone.
“The gods will give you victory. I will go to the temple and pray for you every day.” She smiled mischievously. “They cannot deny the request of their chosen one, you know.”
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It was just another meeting between the Queen and the General who was in charge of her protection during the upcoming war. Hatshepsut’s regal demeanor did not falter as she was introduced to the soldiers who had vowed to keep her and her baby safe. They were making an enormous sacrifice, one that might cost them their lives. In a rare moment of concern, Iahotep had told her that spies would be sent to the palace and there would be attacks on her life. Egypt would weaken with the loss of its Queen and its heir, and it would be easier for the Greeks to conquer her kingdom.
She nodded with respect at each of the guards, managing to keep her gaze from straying to her beloved Osorsen. If their eyes met, she would fly into his arms. cling to him, and beg him to stay and protect her himself. It was perhaps ironic that her lover had been put in command of her security. It seemed odd that her husband had chosen him, knowing that they had been close since childhood. Perhaps Zozer had suggested it, understanding that he was the best man to safeguard the Queen from any and all threats. Oso had more reason than anyone in Egypt to invest in her safety.
To her knowledge, Iahotep had no idea that they were in love or that they had been sneaking away to see each other right under his nose. Usually they met at inns in disguise, but this close to deployment, Hatshepsut had too many things to attend to … greeting the soldiers, cheering them with encouraging speeches (which she hated), and even walking among them in their camps to show her support. If she disappeared even for a mere hour, her absence would be noted. Now she listened to Osorsen’s deep resonant voice explaining the measures that had been put in place should the Greeks invade the palace.
Finally the meeting was over and she did allow her dark eyes to gaze into his as she told him she had another matter to discuss with him. Hatshepsut knew that her desire for him would be apparent. He sent his men outside to guard the door. Her maidservants left through the hidden servant’s door and she and Oso were alone at last to make love one final time before he went to war. Their coupling was ardent, poignant, and stunningly pleasurable. She told him over and over that she loved him. While he was away, she wanted him to remember those words and her voice to cheer him up until they could be together again.
Bathing in the afterglow of their lovemaking, she lay half on top of Osorsen as their breathing slowed, reveling in the way his skin felt hot against hers. Hatshepsut turned her head so that her ear was against his chest so she could listen to the strong steady beat of his heart. This was the first time they had made love in her chambers, but it was a much better place than an inn to say goodbye.
It was just a temporary parting. He would come back to her.
Her eyes still closed, the young Queen smiled as she felt his kisses rain upon her forehead and nose, leaning into him as he caressed her cheek. Reaching toward his hand, she lifted it, brought it to her lips, and kissed his palm. Her eyes opened as he spoke, reassuring her that she would be safe even if he didn’t return. Horror chilled her at the very thought, seeping deep into her bones, and she clung to him tightly as he wrapped his arms around her.
Raising one hand, Hatshepsut held a slender finger against his lips. “Don’t say such things, my love. You will return to me. I cannot live without you. If you fall, then so will I. There is a bond between us that can never be severed.” Slowly, gently, she traced his lips. “Even at war, I will be with you.” Shifting position slightly, she moved her hand to his chest and splayed it over his heart. “I will be right here. You will never be alone.
“The gods will give you victory. I will go to the temple and pray for you every day.” She smiled mischievously. “They cannot deny the request of their chosen one, you know.”
It was just another meeting between the Queen and the General who was in charge of her protection during the upcoming war. Hatshepsut’s regal demeanor did not falter as she was introduced to the soldiers who had vowed to keep her and her baby safe. They were making an enormous sacrifice, one that might cost them their lives. In a rare moment of concern, Iahotep had told her that spies would be sent to the palace and there would be attacks on her life. Egypt would weaken with the loss of its Queen and its heir, and it would be easier for the Greeks to conquer her kingdom.
She nodded with respect at each of the guards, managing to keep her gaze from straying to her beloved Osorsen. If their eyes met, she would fly into his arms. cling to him, and beg him to stay and protect her himself. It was perhaps ironic that her lover had been put in command of her security. It seemed odd that her husband had chosen him, knowing that they had been close since childhood. Perhaps Zozer had suggested it, understanding that he was the best man to safeguard the Queen from any and all threats. Oso had more reason than anyone in Egypt to invest in her safety.
To her knowledge, Iahotep had no idea that they were in love or that they had been sneaking away to see each other right under his nose. Usually they met at inns in disguise, but this close to deployment, Hatshepsut had too many things to attend to … greeting the soldiers, cheering them with encouraging speeches (which she hated), and even walking among them in their camps to show her support. If she disappeared even for a mere hour, her absence would be noted. Now she listened to Osorsen’s deep resonant voice explaining the measures that had been put in place should the Greeks invade the palace.
Finally the meeting was over and she did allow her dark eyes to gaze into his as she told him she had another matter to discuss with him. Hatshepsut knew that her desire for him would be apparent. He sent his men outside to guard the door. Her maidservants left through the hidden servant’s door and she and Oso were alone at last to make love one final time before he went to war. Their coupling was ardent, poignant, and stunningly pleasurable. She told him over and over that she loved him. While he was away, she wanted him to remember those words and her voice to cheer him up until they could be together again.
Bathing in the afterglow of their lovemaking, she lay half on top of Osorsen as their breathing slowed, reveling in the way his skin felt hot against hers. Hatshepsut turned her head so that her ear was against his chest so she could listen to the strong steady beat of his heart. This was the first time they had made love in her chambers, but it was a much better place than an inn to say goodbye.
It was just a temporary parting. He would come back to her.
Her eyes still closed, the young Queen smiled as she felt his kisses rain upon her forehead and nose, leaning into him as he caressed her cheek. Reaching toward his hand, she lifted it, brought it to her lips, and kissed his palm. Her eyes opened as he spoke, reassuring her that she would be safe even if he didn’t return. Horror chilled her at the very thought, seeping deep into her bones, and she clung to him tightly as he wrapped his arms around her.
Raising one hand, Hatshepsut held a slender finger against his lips. “Don’t say such things, my love. You will return to me. I cannot live without you. If you fall, then so will I. There is a bond between us that can never be severed.” Slowly, gently, she traced his lips. “Even at war, I will be with you.” Shifting position slightly, she moved her hand to his chest and splayed it over his heart. “I will be right here. You will never be alone.
“The gods will give you victory. I will go to the temple and pray for you every day.” She smiled mischievously. “They cannot deny the request of their chosen one, you know.”
"If I fall you must be strong for us both. Egypt needs you, our people need you to defend them from him."
It was clear who he was referencing, 'him' was the term he had fallen into using when he needed to speak of Iahotep, saying his name or title, or acknowledging that he was Hatshepsut's husband was far too difficult and sent him into fits of rage that were not appropriate for this moment. His time spent with his lover was too precious to mar it with the monstrosity that she had been forced to marry. Pressing his lips against the finger she held to his mouth in a soft kiss, Osorsen smiled up at his queen as she pressed her hand to his heart. It was easy to cover it with one of his own, holding her close to his heartbeat and to know he carried her with him on every battlefield, everywhere he went.
"I carry you with me everywhere. Never doubt that." The general lifted a hand to touch her cheek softly, moving to trace a symbol of protection across her forehead, a mark that could be felt if not seen. He would see to it that she was kept safe, and if there was a chance that he could destroy the man who sent them now to war and free her to make her own choices, he would see it done. If it took the sacrifice of his own life to see her free, it would be a choice easily made and well worth it. He had already seen to it that Zoser would be legitimized and made head of the Moghadam house if he was to fall, he had no fear as he went to war this time.
"I pray the gods will listen to their chosen one, and keep us both safe in the coming trials. You know if you need a place to flee, my grandfather and Mayet will welcome you to my home. They will help keep you safe and if I know you are all together, it will be easier to find you. Zoser and my men will know to get you there."
As much as he hated spending their time discussing strategy he would always prefer that she be safe. His home held tunnels out to the banks of the Nile that would allow them to board a boat and sail out of danger if it came to it, he had ensured the people closest to him knew the paths and were prepared to flee if it came to it. There was no shame in fleeing to live another day, not when those in question were not soldiers to fight against an army of Greeks. He sat up beneath her, hands brushing into her hair as he stole a kiss. "Be wary, my love. Trust no one save Zoser and those few we know are friends."
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"If I fall you must be strong for us both. Egypt needs you, our people need you to defend them from him."
It was clear who he was referencing, 'him' was the term he had fallen into using when he needed to speak of Iahotep, saying his name or title, or acknowledging that he was Hatshepsut's husband was far too difficult and sent him into fits of rage that were not appropriate for this moment. His time spent with his lover was too precious to mar it with the monstrosity that she had been forced to marry. Pressing his lips against the finger she held to his mouth in a soft kiss, Osorsen smiled up at his queen as she pressed her hand to his heart. It was easy to cover it with one of his own, holding her close to his heartbeat and to know he carried her with him on every battlefield, everywhere he went.
"I carry you with me everywhere. Never doubt that." The general lifted a hand to touch her cheek softly, moving to trace a symbol of protection across her forehead, a mark that could be felt if not seen. He would see to it that she was kept safe, and if there was a chance that he could destroy the man who sent them now to war and free her to make her own choices, he would see it done. If it took the sacrifice of his own life to see her free, it would be a choice easily made and well worth it. He had already seen to it that Zoser would be legitimized and made head of the Moghadam house if he was to fall, he had no fear as he went to war this time.
"I pray the gods will listen to their chosen one, and keep us both safe in the coming trials. You know if you need a place to flee, my grandfather and Mayet will welcome you to my home. They will help keep you safe and if I know you are all together, it will be easier to find you. Zoser and my men will know to get you there."
As much as he hated spending their time discussing strategy he would always prefer that she be safe. His home held tunnels out to the banks of the Nile that would allow them to board a boat and sail out of danger if it came to it, he had ensured the people closest to him knew the paths and were prepared to flee if it came to it. There was no shame in fleeing to live another day, not when those in question were not soldiers to fight against an army of Greeks. He sat up beneath her, hands brushing into her hair as he stole a kiss. "Be wary, my love. Trust no one save Zoser and those few we know are friends."
"If I fall you must be strong for us both. Egypt needs you, our people need you to defend them from him."
It was clear who he was referencing, 'him' was the term he had fallen into using when he needed to speak of Iahotep, saying his name or title, or acknowledging that he was Hatshepsut's husband was far too difficult and sent him into fits of rage that were not appropriate for this moment. His time spent with his lover was too precious to mar it with the monstrosity that she had been forced to marry. Pressing his lips against the finger she held to his mouth in a soft kiss, Osorsen smiled up at his queen as she pressed her hand to his heart. It was easy to cover it with one of his own, holding her close to his heartbeat and to know he carried her with him on every battlefield, everywhere he went.
"I carry you with me everywhere. Never doubt that." The general lifted a hand to touch her cheek softly, moving to trace a symbol of protection across her forehead, a mark that could be felt if not seen. He would see to it that she was kept safe, and if there was a chance that he could destroy the man who sent them now to war and free her to make her own choices, he would see it done. If it took the sacrifice of his own life to see her free, it would be a choice easily made and well worth it. He had already seen to it that Zoser would be legitimized and made head of the Moghadam house if he was to fall, he had no fear as he went to war this time.
"I pray the gods will listen to their chosen one, and keep us both safe in the coming trials. You know if you need a place to flee, my grandfather and Mayet will welcome you to my home. They will help keep you safe and if I know you are all together, it will be easier to find you. Zoser and my men will know to get you there."
As much as he hated spending their time discussing strategy he would always prefer that she be safe. His home held tunnels out to the banks of the Nile that would allow them to board a boat and sail out of danger if it came to it, he had ensured the people closest to him knew the paths and were prepared to flee if it came to it. There was no shame in fleeing to live another day, not when those in question were not soldiers to fight against an army of Greeks. He sat up beneath her, hands brushing into her hair as he stole a kiss. "Be wary, my love. Trust no one save Zoser and those few we know are friends."
Him.
Osorsen never called her hated husband anything other than ‘him.’ Such a simple and nondescript word that could refer to anyone of the male persuasion. Hatshepsut spoke of Iahotep in the same way, diminishing his importance and consigning him to abject obscurity. If she had her way, his name would not be remembered in generations to come, snuffed out by the glorious of reign of her lover and herself.
Perhaps the baby she carried was really his. She had been so sure that it was Iahotep’s because her courses had come shortly before they were wed. meaning that she couldn’t have conceived Osorsen’s child. Now she wondered if her beloved General was the its father, considering how early she had begun to show. If it was born several weeks early, she would know for sure.
“I will do my best,” she promised, reveling in the way her fingers tingled when he kissed them. Insisting over and over that he would return to her was pointless. There was a very real possibility that he might perish in battle. Denying it would not stop it from happening. But perhaps belief and prayer could.
Hatsheput had no idea how she could protect her people from Iotetep's depravity, but she knew that he could be controlled. She had matched wills with him and won … once. Perhaps the only way to keep in line was to make him happy in bed. The very thought turned her stomach, but she would do whatever she had to do to keep her subjects safe.
The young Queen pushed those unpleasant thoughts to the back of her mind as Osorsen stroked her cheek and traced the sign of protection on his forehead. Smiling up at him, she propped herself up on one elbow and did the same to him. His hand was warm upon her own, holding it close to his heart. The gods would protect them both. They had forged the connection between them. It was their will that she and Osorsen love each other. They would bring him back to her.
Shifting position, she nestled her dark head against his shoulder, lifting it for a moment to kiss his neck. “There are plans in place to protect me and the child. I have not asked about them. It is better that I don’t know so that I cannot inadvertently reveal anything that potential spies can use to discover our intentions and prevent me from escaping. Zoser will be in charge of my safety. I have no doubt that he will take me to your home if he thinks that is best. If I somehow become separated from him, that is where I will head. I will feel secure there, where everything in it reminds me of you.”
If only things could be different. If only Iahotep was not so intent on war. There was a silver lining, though. Hatshepsut and Osorsen had spoken before of killing her husband. It would be easier on the battlefield than in the palace. The Greeks could be blamed for his demise and Osorsen could take both the throne and her.
He lifted himself to a sitting position. She wiggled onto his lap and melted into his kiss. When they finally broke apart, she nodded. “I cannot even trust my own mother, but Zoser will never fail me.” She loved her former tutor like a father, and she believed that he saw her as the daughter he had never had. Turning toward Osorsen, she kissed his bare chest. “You must be vigilant too, my love. Watch your back. He may command one of his own soldiers to slay you. Be always on your guard.”
Her brown eyes met his. “And please look after Sutekh for me. He is in more danger of being assassinated than you are. He sees my brother as a threat and will want to get rid of him. That, I believe, is the only reason he commanded Sutekh to go.”
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Him.
Osorsen never called her hated husband anything other than ‘him.’ Such a simple and nondescript word that could refer to anyone of the male persuasion. Hatshepsut spoke of Iahotep in the same way, diminishing his importance and consigning him to abject obscurity. If she had her way, his name would not be remembered in generations to come, snuffed out by the glorious of reign of her lover and herself.
Perhaps the baby she carried was really his. She had been so sure that it was Iahotep’s because her courses had come shortly before they were wed. meaning that she couldn’t have conceived Osorsen’s child. Now she wondered if her beloved General was the its father, considering how early she had begun to show. If it was born several weeks early, she would know for sure.
“I will do my best,” she promised, reveling in the way her fingers tingled when he kissed them. Insisting over and over that he would return to her was pointless. There was a very real possibility that he might perish in battle. Denying it would not stop it from happening. But perhaps belief and prayer could.
Hatsheput had no idea how she could protect her people from Iotetep's depravity, but she knew that he could be controlled. She had matched wills with him and won … once. Perhaps the only way to keep in line was to make him happy in bed. The very thought turned her stomach, but she would do whatever she had to do to keep her subjects safe.
The young Queen pushed those unpleasant thoughts to the back of her mind as Osorsen stroked her cheek and traced the sign of protection on his forehead. Smiling up at him, she propped herself up on one elbow and did the same to him. His hand was warm upon her own, holding it close to his heart. The gods would protect them both. They had forged the connection between them. It was their will that she and Osorsen love each other. They would bring him back to her.
Shifting position, she nestled her dark head against his shoulder, lifting it for a moment to kiss his neck. “There are plans in place to protect me and the child. I have not asked about them. It is better that I don’t know so that I cannot inadvertently reveal anything that potential spies can use to discover our intentions and prevent me from escaping. Zoser will be in charge of my safety. I have no doubt that he will take me to your home if he thinks that is best. If I somehow become separated from him, that is where I will head. I will feel secure there, where everything in it reminds me of you.”
If only things could be different. If only Iahotep was not so intent on war. There was a silver lining, though. Hatshepsut and Osorsen had spoken before of killing her husband. It would be easier on the battlefield than in the palace. The Greeks could be blamed for his demise and Osorsen could take both the throne and her.
He lifted himself to a sitting position. She wiggled onto his lap and melted into his kiss. When they finally broke apart, she nodded. “I cannot even trust my own mother, but Zoser will never fail me.” She loved her former tutor like a father, and she believed that he saw her as the daughter he had never had. Turning toward Osorsen, she kissed his bare chest. “You must be vigilant too, my love. Watch your back. He may command one of his own soldiers to slay you. Be always on your guard.”
Her brown eyes met his. “And please look after Sutekh for me. He is in more danger of being assassinated than you are. He sees my brother as a threat and will want to get rid of him. That, I believe, is the only reason he commanded Sutekh to go.”
Him.
Osorsen never called her hated husband anything other than ‘him.’ Such a simple and nondescript word that could refer to anyone of the male persuasion. Hatshepsut spoke of Iahotep in the same way, diminishing his importance and consigning him to abject obscurity. If she had her way, his name would not be remembered in generations to come, snuffed out by the glorious of reign of her lover and herself.
Perhaps the baby she carried was really his. She had been so sure that it was Iahotep’s because her courses had come shortly before they were wed. meaning that she couldn’t have conceived Osorsen’s child. Now she wondered if her beloved General was the its father, considering how early she had begun to show. If it was born several weeks early, she would know for sure.
“I will do my best,” she promised, reveling in the way her fingers tingled when he kissed them. Insisting over and over that he would return to her was pointless. There was a very real possibility that he might perish in battle. Denying it would not stop it from happening. But perhaps belief and prayer could.
Hatsheput had no idea how she could protect her people from Iotetep's depravity, but she knew that he could be controlled. She had matched wills with him and won … once. Perhaps the only way to keep in line was to make him happy in bed. The very thought turned her stomach, but she would do whatever she had to do to keep her subjects safe.
The young Queen pushed those unpleasant thoughts to the back of her mind as Osorsen stroked her cheek and traced the sign of protection on his forehead. Smiling up at him, she propped herself up on one elbow and did the same to him. His hand was warm upon her own, holding it close to his heart. The gods would protect them both. They had forged the connection between them. It was their will that she and Osorsen love each other. They would bring him back to her.
Shifting position, she nestled her dark head against his shoulder, lifting it for a moment to kiss his neck. “There are plans in place to protect me and the child. I have not asked about them. It is better that I don’t know so that I cannot inadvertently reveal anything that potential spies can use to discover our intentions and prevent me from escaping. Zoser will be in charge of my safety. I have no doubt that he will take me to your home if he thinks that is best. If I somehow become separated from him, that is where I will head. I will feel secure there, where everything in it reminds me of you.”
If only things could be different. If only Iahotep was not so intent on war. There was a silver lining, though. Hatshepsut and Osorsen had spoken before of killing her husband. It would be easier on the battlefield than in the palace. The Greeks could be blamed for his demise and Osorsen could take both the throne and her.
He lifted himself to a sitting position. She wiggled onto his lap and melted into his kiss. When they finally broke apart, she nodded. “I cannot even trust my own mother, but Zoser will never fail me.” She loved her former tutor like a father, and she believed that he saw her as the daughter he had never had. Turning toward Osorsen, she kissed his bare chest. “You must be vigilant too, my love. Watch your back. He may command one of his own soldiers to slay you. Be always on your guard.”
Her brown eyes met his. “And please look after Sutekh for me. He is in more danger of being assassinated than you are. He sees my brother as a threat and will want to get rid of him. That, I believe, is the only reason he commanded Sutekh to go.”
He hadn't told her of the conversation he'd had with his uncle, as she had already stated the less she knew of certain plans to keep her safe and maneuver them into a position of power the better. She could maintain her place of innocence, couldn't reveal anything on accident or by duress that could set them off track. The one final thing he did have to share with her would only come to pass if he fell in battle, and then it would be too late for the monster to do anything about it. There were copies in his own home, and he had made sure that Abrax's wife had one in her possession as well. Just in case.
As they sat, her in his lap still wound in his embrace he wished he could remain here forever. Curled up together safe and secure with no one to harm or stop them from being who they were. They had no expectations of one another outside of being themselves, the need to put on a public face didn't exist here. The kiss she placed on his chest was a soft reassurance, and he slid his hands through her hair once again as she made her request.
"I will guard him with all of my power, I promise. Sutekh will be safe in my care." With her dark gaze meeting his own he gave a soft sigh, lifting his hands to cup her cheeks so she could not pull away as he spoke his next words. "I have something I must leave with you. There are others who know how to get it to you if somehow things go poorly, but I wanted to give it to you myself. If anything happens to me, where I cannot continue as head of Hei Moghadam, I have had the documents drawn up to have Zoser legitimized. He is named as my heir, and I need you to acknowledge him and give him the support necessary to make this change."
It was with a soothing stroke along her cheeks that he tried to impart the information, knowing she didn't wish to hear any plans that might take hold if he were to die in battle, but knowing just as well that the risk of him doing so was likely as not. He would watch over Sutekh as long as he could, and she would support Zoser in the transition should it come. Pressing his forehead to her own he held Hatshepsut close and simply tried to breathe her in, to mark her in his memory as clearly as he could in case this was the last time they had together. He could dream that she carried his child, could remember the way she felt in his arms, and if the worst should come to pass he could only hope the gods would give him time to call back this feeling.
"It won't be easy, but my grandfather has acknowledged that Zoser is his son, and we have spoken of it. He has agreed to claim him as his rightful heir if I die."
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He hadn't told her of the conversation he'd had with his uncle, as she had already stated the less she knew of certain plans to keep her safe and maneuver them into a position of power the better. She could maintain her place of innocence, couldn't reveal anything on accident or by duress that could set them off track. The one final thing he did have to share with her would only come to pass if he fell in battle, and then it would be too late for the monster to do anything about it. There were copies in his own home, and he had made sure that Abrax's wife had one in her possession as well. Just in case.
As they sat, her in his lap still wound in his embrace he wished he could remain here forever. Curled up together safe and secure with no one to harm or stop them from being who they were. They had no expectations of one another outside of being themselves, the need to put on a public face didn't exist here. The kiss she placed on his chest was a soft reassurance, and he slid his hands through her hair once again as she made her request.
"I will guard him with all of my power, I promise. Sutekh will be safe in my care." With her dark gaze meeting his own he gave a soft sigh, lifting his hands to cup her cheeks so she could not pull away as he spoke his next words. "I have something I must leave with you. There are others who know how to get it to you if somehow things go poorly, but I wanted to give it to you myself. If anything happens to me, where I cannot continue as head of Hei Moghadam, I have had the documents drawn up to have Zoser legitimized. He is named as my heir, and I need you to acknowledge him and give him the support necessary to make this change."
It was with a soothing stroke along her cheeks that he tried to impart the information, knowing she didn't wish to hear any plans that might take hold if he were to die in battle, but knowing just as well that the risk of him doing so was likely as not. He would watch over Sutekh as long as he could, and she would support Zoser in the transition should it come. Pressing his forehead to her own he held Hatshepsut close and simply tried to breathe her in, to mark her in his memory as clearly as he could in case this was the last time they had together. He could dream that she carried his child, could remember the way she felt in his arms, and if the worst should come to pass he could only hope the gods would give him time to call back this feeling.
"It won't be easy, but my grandfather has acknowledged that Zoser is his son, and we have spoken of it. He has agreed to claim him as his rightful heir if I die."
He hadn't told her of the conversation he'd had with his uncle, as she had already stated the less she knew of certain plans to keep her safe and maneuver them into a position of power the better. She could maintain her place of innocence, couldn't reveal anything on accident or by duress that could set them off track. The one final thing he did have to share with her would only come to pass if he fell in battle, and then it would be too late for the monster to do anything about it. There were copies in his own home, and he had made sure that Abrax's wife had one in her possession as well. Just in case.
As they sat, her in his lap still wound in his embrace he wished he could remain here forever. Curled up together safe and secure with no one to harm or stop them from being who they were. They had no expectations of one another outside of being themselves, the need to put on a public face didn't exist here. The kiss she placed on his chest was a soft reassurance, and he slid his hands through her hair once again as she made her request.
"I will guard him with all of my power, I promise. Sutekh will be safe in my care." With her dark gaze meeting his own he gave a soft sigh, lifting his hands to cup her cheeks so she could not pull away as he spoke his next words. "I have something I must leave with you. There are others who know how to get it to you if somehow things go poorly, but I wanted to give it to you myself. If anything happens to me, where I cannot continue as head of Hei Moghadam, I have had the documents drawn up to have Zoser legitimized. He is named as my heir, and I need you to acknowledge him and give him the support necessary to make this change."
It was with a soothing stroke along her cheeks that he tried to impart the information, knowing she didn't wish to hear any plans that might take hold if he were to die in battle, but knowing just as well that the risk of him doing so was likely as not. He would watch over Sutekh as long as he could, and she would support Zoser in the transition should it come. Pressing his forehead to her own he held Hatshepsut close and simply tried to breathe her in, to mark her in his memory as clearly as he could in case this was the last time they had together. He could dream that she carried his child, could remember the way she felt in his arms, and if the worst should come to pass he could only hope the gods would give him time to call back this feeling.
"It won't be easy, but my grandfather has acknowledged that Zoser is his son, and we have spoken of it. He has agreed to claim him as his rightful heir if I die."
Her scalp tingled as Osorsen slid his hands through her long ebony hair, and lovely little thrills spread throughout Hatshepsut’s young body. It had always been like this with him. A slight touch, a brief smile, a fleeting glance was all it took for her spirit to sing in delight. Her feelings for him went beyond anything she had ever experienced before, nor did she think she ever would again. They were two halves of the same whole, bound together through all eternity.
She relaxed against him. “Thank you, my love. I will tell him to stay by your side when he can.” Osorsen was aware of how fond she was of her half-brother. She had told him how happy she was to have a sibling, and that she was trying to make him feel at home in the palace. Perhaps her beloved had already planned to watch over him and to make sure he came to no harm. It was not a secret that the Pharaoh despised him and considered any male offspring of his predecessor to be a threat to his throne.
To her knowledge, Sutekh had no desire to be Pharaoh. The odds were against him as he was illegitimate, but if Iatotep continued his current power-tripping course of destruction, the people of Egypt might rally behind Sutekh and help him overthrow her tyrant of a husband, especially if the child she carried was a girl. When she was old enough, he could marry her and legitimatize his claim to the kingdom. But that was not going to happen. It was more likely that Iahotep’s own men would turn against him, whether led by Osorsen or on their own.
Osorsen brought her out of her thoughts by cupping her cheeks in his warm hands and looking deep into her eyes. What was this thing he wished to give her in case he was no longer able to run his Hei? Hatshepsut wanted to tell him that she didn’t want to hear it, that she didn’t want to think of him joining her father in the afterlife. But she understood that it was important to him to talk about it, to make sure that his Hei was taken care …
What!?!
Who … !?!
Zoser was related to Osorsen? Was that why her former tutor never spoke about his past, because he was the illegitimate son of Osorsen’s grandfather? Hatshepsut was so shocked that if he had not been holding her so close, she might have fallen off his lap. As it was, she felt a bit dizzy and closed her eyes as he pressed his forehead to hers, trying to make sense of what he had just told her. Now that she thought about it, there was a resemblance between the two men. Why had the thought not occurred to her before?
She drew back, placing her hands on Osorson’s broad shoulders. Her surprise probably showed on her face. “I … I had no idea that Zoser is your uncle. Of course I shall acknowledge and support him. You know how much I care for him. If he tries to stop the transition of power, then I shall find a way to thwart him.” The young Queen reached up and traced the outline of his lips. “Do not worry. Your wishes will be honored. But you will come back to me. You will.”
Leaning forward, she kissed him lightly. Her voice fell to a whisper. “The war presents the perfect opportunity to get rid of him once and for all.” They had discussed killing Iahtoep before. “Is that what you plan to do?”
Hatshepsut had asked not to be told of the precautions that were being taken for herself and the child she carried within her. But there was no reason that she should be ignorant of Osorsen’s intentions toward her husband. If he was going to take this chance, she wanted to know so that she could pray for his success.
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Her scalp tingled as Osorsen slid his hands through her long ebony hair, and lovely little thrills spread throughout Hatshepsut’s young body. It had always been like this with him. A slight touch, a brief smile, a fleeting glance was all it took for her spirit to sing in delight. Her feelings for him went beyond anything she had ever experienced before, nor did she think she ever would again. They were two halves of the same whole, bound together through all eternity.
She relaxed against him. “Thank you, my love. I will tell him to stay by your side when he can.” Osorsen was aware of how fond she was of her half-brother. She had told him how happy she was to have a sibling, and that she was trying to make him feel at home in the palace. Perhaps her beloved had already planned to watch over him and to make sure he came to no harm. It was not a secret that the Pharaoh despised him and considered any male offspring of his predecessor to be a threat to his throne.
To her knowledge, Sutekh had no desire to be Pharaoh. The odds were against him as he was illegitimate, but if Iatotep continued his current power-tripping course of destruction, the people of Egypt might rally behind Sutekh and help him overthrow her tyrant of a husband, especially if the child she carried was a girl. When she was old enough, he could marry her and legitimatize his claim to the kingdom. But that was not going to happen. It was more likely that Iahotep’s own men would turn against him, whether led by Osorsen or on their own.
Osorsen brought her out of her thoughts by cupping her cheeks in his warm hands and looking deep into her eyes. What was this thing he wished to give her in case he was no longer able to run his Hei? Hatshepsut wanted to tell him that she didn’t want to hear it, that she didn’t want to think of him joining her father in the afterlife. But she understood that it was important to him to talk about it, to make sure that his Hei was taken care …
What!?!
Who … !?!
Zoser was related to Osorsen? Was that why her former tutor never spoke about his past, because he was the illegitimate son of Osorsen’s grandfather? Hatshepsut was so shocked that if he had not been holding her so close, she might have fallen off his lap. As it was, she felt a bit dizzy and closed her eyes as he pressed his forehead to hers, trying to make sense of what he had just told her. Now that she thought about it, there was a resemblance between the two men. Why had the thought not occurred to her before?
She drew back, placing her hands on Osorson’s broad shoulders. Her surprise probably showed on her face. “I … I had no idea that Zoser is your uncle. Of course I shall acknowledge and support him. You know how much I care for him. If he tries to stop the transition of power, then I shall find a way to thwart him.” The young Queen reached up and traced the outline of his lips. “Do not worry. Your wishes will be honored. But you will come back to me. You will.”
Leaning forward, she kissed him lightly. Her voice fell to a whisper. “The war presents the perfect opportunity to get rid of him once and for all.” They had discussed killing Iahtoep before. “Is that what you plan to do?”
Hatshepsut had asked not to be told of the precautions that were being taken for herself and the child she carried within her. But there was no reason that she should be ignorant of Osorsen’s intentions toward her husband. If he was going to take this chance, she wanted to know so that she could pray for his success.
Her scalp tingled as Osorsen slid his hands through her long ebony hair, and lovely little thrills spread throughout Hatshepsut’s young body. It had always been like this with him. A slight touch, a brief smile, a fleeting glance was all it took for her spirit to sing in delight. Her feelings for him went beyond anything she had ever experienced before, nor did she think she ever would again. They were two halves of the same whole, bound together through all eternity.
She relaxed against him. “Thank you, my love. I will tell him to stay by your side when he can.” Osorsen was aware of how fond she was of her half-brother. She had told him how happy she was to have a sibling, and that she was trying to make him feel at home in the palace. Perhaps her beloved had already planned to watch over him and to make sure he came to no harm. It was not a secret that the Pharaoh despised him and considered any male offspring of his predecessor to be a threat to his throne.
To her knowledge, Sutekh had no desire to be Pharaoh. The odds were against him as he was illegitimate, but if Iatotep continued his current power-tripping course of destruction, the people of Egypt might rally behind Sutekh and help him overthrow her tyrant of a husband, especially if the child she carried was a girl. When she was old enough, he could marry her and legitimatize his claim to the kingdom. But that was not going to happen. It was more likely that Iahotep’s own men would turn against him, whether led by Osorsen or on their own.
Osorsen brought her out of her thoughts by cupping her cheeks in his warm hands and looking deep into her eyes. What was this thing he wished to give her in case he was no longer able to run his Hei? Hatshepsut wanted to tell him that she didn’t want to hear it, that she didn’t want to think of him joining her father in the afterlife. But she understood that it was important to him to talk about it, to make sure that his Hei was taken care …
What!?!
Who … !?!
Zoser was related to Osorsen? Was that why her former tutor never spoke about his past, because he was the illegitimate son of Osorsen’s grandfather? Hatshepsut was so shocked that if he had not been holding her so close, she might have fallen off his lap. As it was, she felt a bit dizzy and closed her eyes as he pressed his forehead to hers, trying to make sense of what he had just told her. Now that she thought about it, there was a resemblance between the two men. Why had the thought not occurred to her before?
She drew back, placing her hands on Osorson’s broad shoulders. Her surprise probably showed on her face. “I … I had no idea that Zoser is your uncle. Of course I shall acknowledge and support him. You know how much I care for him. If he tries to stop the transition of power, then I shall find a way to thwart him.” The young Queen reached up and traced the outline of his lips. “Do not worry. Your wishes will be honored. But you will come back to me. You will.”
Leaning forward, she kissed him lightly. Her voice fell to a whisper. “The war presents the perfect opportunity to get rid of him once and for all.” They had discussed killing Iahtoep before. “Is that what you plan to do?”
Hatshepsut had asked not to be told of the precautions that were being taken for herself and the child she carried within her. But there was no reason that she should be ignorant of Osorsen’s intentions toward her husband. If he was going to take this chance, she wanted to know so that she could pray for his success.
The surprise on his queen's face was clear to see, and it was a relief to see that even someone who knew them both so well had not thought to put them together as relatives. They looked a good deal alike when they stood side by side, and so for the most part they tried to avoid too much contact in front of many people, but their affinity for one another was well known. Holding Hatshepsut as she processed the information his hands ran slowly along her back, tracing gentle patterns there until she met his request with an agreement. There was much more to tell her about that, a whole history to delve into, but there was no time for it now as much as he wished they could lay there together all day.
"He is. It is a secret we have kept for safety, I myself only learned the truth when he returned from Athenia. But if the worst should happen, he knows what to do." Her reassurance that he would return was heartwarming, and he smiled as she traced his lips, taking her hand and gently biting at the pad of her palm before covering it with kisses. He would do his best to come back, to remain by her side even if it had to be at a distance. Whatever came from this war, as long as she was safe, Egypt was safe.
Osorsen paused for a moment as she brought up more dangerous topics, thinking for a moment before meeting her dark gaze with his own as he asked his question in a serious, low tone. "Is that what you ask of me?" If she asked him to find a way to kill Iahotep, he would do it without hesitation. In the mix of war and the various dangers that could befall a man on the road or in his tent, a spooked horse, an ill aimed arrow, letting his sword fall instead of striking out at one who meant to do him harm. He knew he could do it, but his doubt lay in the kindness of his lover's heart. If she ordered him to kill her husband, it would be because something the old man had done was so monstrous she could live with the knowledge of ordering a death.
"If you wish it of me...I will do my best to do what you ask. There is a risk, if I or anyone associated with me carries it out, we would have to be cautious. To leave Egypt without a pharaoh during a war is a danger. If you bear a son, we could rally around him. Or...you could claim the title of Pharaoh for yourself." It had been done before, it would be done again. He believed in Hatshepsut's ability to reign for the good of the people, and if she chose this path he would be there supporting her every step of the way without hesitation. "You would not need a man by your side if you were Pharaoh."
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The surprise on his queen's face was clear to see, and it was a relief to see that even someone who knew them both so well had not thought to put them together as relatives. They looked a good deal alike when they stood side by side, and so for the most part they tried to avoid too much contact in front of many people, but their affinity for one another was well known. Holding Hatshepsut as she processed the information his hands ran slowly along her back, tracing gentle patterns there until she met his request with an agreement. There was much more to tell her about that, a whole history to delve into, but there was no time for it now as much as he wished they could lay there together all day.
"He is. It is a secret we have kept for safety, I myself only learned the truth when he returned from Athenia. But if the worst should happen, he knows what to do." Her reassurance that he would return was heartwarming, and he smiled as she traced his lips, taking her hand and gently biting at the pad of her palm before covering it with kisses. He would do his best to come back, to remain by her side even if it had to be at a distance. Whatever came from this war, as long as she was safe, Egypt was safe.
Osorsen paused for a moment as she brought up more dangerous topics, thinking for a moment before meeting her dark gaze with his own as he asked his question in a serious, low tone. "Is that what you ask of me?" If she asked him to find a way to kill Iahotep, he would do it without hesitation. In the mix of war and the various dangers that could befall a man on the road or in his tent, a spooked horse, an ill aimed arrow, letting his sword fall instead of striking out at one who meant to do him harm. He knew he could do it, but his doubt lay in the kindness of his lover's heart. If she ordered him to kill her husband, it would be because something the old man had done was so monstrous she could live with the knowledge of ordering a death.
"If you wish it of me...I will do my best to do what you ask. There is a risk, if I or anyone associated with me carries it out, we would have to be cautious. To leave Egypt without a pharaoh during a war is a danger. If you bear a son, we could rally around him. Or...you could claim the title of Pharaoh for yourself." It had been done before, it would be done again. He believed in Hatshepsut's ability to reign for the good of the people, and if she chose this path he would be there supporting her every step of the way without hesitation. "You would not need a man by your side if you were Pharaoh."
The surprise on his queen's face was clear to see, and it was a relief to see that even someone who knew them both so well had not thought to put them together as relatives. They looked a good deal alike when they stood side by side, and so for the most part they tried to avoid too much contact in front of many people, but their affinity for one another was well known. Holding Hatshepsut as she processed the information his hands ran slowly along her back, tracing gentle patterns there until she met his request with an agreement. There was much more to tell her about that, a whole history to delve into, but there was no time for it now as much as he wished they could lay there together all day.
"He is. It is a secret we have kept for safety, I myself only learned the truth when he returned from Athenia. But if the worst should happen, he knows what to do." Her reassurance that he would return was heartwarming, and he smiled as she traced his lips, taking her hand and gently biting at the pad of her palm before covering it with kisses. He would do his best to come back, to remain by her side even if it had to be at a distance. Whatever came from this war, as long as she was safe, Egypt was safe.
Osorsen paused for a moment as she brought up more dangerous topics, thinking for a moment before meeting her dark gaze with his own as he asked his question in a serious, low tone. "Is that what you ask of me?" If she asked him to find a way to kill Iahotep, he would do it without hesitation. In the mix of war and the various dangers that could befall a man on the road or in his tent, a spooked horse, an ill aimed arrow, letting his sword fall instead of striking out at one who meant to do him harm. He knew he could do it, but his doubt lay in the kindness of his lover's heart. If she ordered him to kill her husband, it would be because something the old man had done was so monstrous she could live with the knowledge of ordering a death.
"If you wish it of me...I will do my best to do what you ask. There is a risk, if I or anyone associated with me carries it out, we would have to be cautious. To leave Egypt without a pharaoh during a war is a danger. If you bear a son, we could rally around him. Or...you could claim the title of Pharaoh for yourself." It had been done before, it would be done again. He believed in Hatshepsut's ability to reign for the good of the people, and if she chose this path he would be there supporting her every step of the way without hesitation. "You would not need a man by your side if you were Pharaoh."
Her Zosie was the heir of Hei Moghadam! It was a startling revelation, to be sure, and Hatshepsut was delighted that her former tutor had been acknowledged by his father. She was equally delighted by the warmth and texture of her beloved Osorsen’s hands as they danced along her bare golden back. How she wanted to push him on the bed and impale herself upon him. His tiniest touch sent flames of desire burning through her veins.
She focused on his deep captivating voice as he explained further. So he had known for quite some time and had kept the secret from even her! She felt like admonishing him playfully, but she knew that not uttering a word to anyone was necessary for Zoser’s safety. He who had sworn to protect her always may need her protection in the future, not to take his nephew’s place … for she knew that her Oso would come back to her … but to be accepted as a member of his Hei.
There would be resistance. There always was, but she would do everything in her power to make the transition as easy as possible. The petite Queen doubted that Zoser had any interest in actually running a Hei; he was much happier building his library in Alexandria and choosing the books that would fill it. If the gods willed it, he would never have to. Iahotep would get what was coming to him one way or another and she would marry Osorsen and give him enough sons to rule Hei Moghadam, Hei Fakhouri, and Egypt itself.
Hatshepsut refused to believe that the love of her life would perish in the war, but she hoped that her husband did. Startled now by Osorsen’s question, she sat up straight on his lap, her eyes locked on his. He was willing to kill the Pharaoh if she wished him to. They both knew that he could accomplish it in the chaos of war and he certainly had the motivation. Iahotep had stolen the position that should have been his, as well as the woman he loved.
But it was far too risky, and not only for the reasons he spoke of. If Iahotep either survived the attempt or a soldier loyal to him caught Osorsen in the act, he would be slowly and brutally tortured until he begged for death. And still it would be denied him. She knew well her husband’s cruelty. He would probably even make her watch, holding the safety of her child over her head. Hatshepsut loved her Oso too much to put him in such danger.
“No, my love. I cannot ask you to take that chance. There is too much that can go wrong and you are not a cold-blooded killer. Perhaps Set is tempting us with this possibility, but I do not think the rest of the gods will approve. They will hear our prayers and rid us of him in their own way. And then we shall be free.” And so would Lady H’Shiefa and the other women he forced to share his bed.
The thought of being Pharaoh in her own right made her smile. Hatshepsut kissed Osorsen on the nose and relaxed against him, resting her head against his shoulder. “I have dreamed of becoming Pharaoh like my namesake ever since I first heard her tale. I am not sure I am cut from the same cloth as she was. Even if I was able to achieve it, I would still need a man beside me.” Lifting her head, she kissed his chin. “You, my dear Oso. Only you. Whether I take the throne or you do, we will rule Egypt together.”
The young Queen raised her eyes to his. “Do you really think I have what it takes to be Pharaoh? Do you thing the Council would take me seriously, a young girl of only sixteen?”
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Her Zosie was the heir of Hei Moghadam! It was a startling revelation, to be sure, and Hatshepsut was delighted that her former tutor had been acknowledged by his father. She was equally delighted by the warmth and texture of her beloved Osorsen’s hands as they danced along her bare golden back. How she wanted to push him on the bed and impale herself upon him. His tiniest touch sent flames of desire burning through her veins.
She focused on his deep captivating voice as he explained further. So he had known for quite some time and had kept the secret from even her! She felt like admonishing him playfully, but she knew that not uttering a word to anyone was necessary for Zoser’s safety. He who had sworn to protect her always may need her protection in the future, not to take his nephew’s place … for she knew that her Oso would come back to her … but to be accepted as a member of his Hei.
There would be resistance. There always was, but she would do everything in her power to make the transition as easy as possible. The petite Queen doubted that Zoser had any interest in actually running a Hei; he was much happier building his library in Alexandria and choosing the books that would fill it. If the gods willed it, he would never have to. Iahotep would get what was coming to him one way or another and she would marry Osorsen and give him enough sons to rule Hei Moghadam, Hei Fakhouri, and Egypt itself.
Hatshepsut refused to believe that the love of her life would perish in the war, but she hoped that her husband did. Startled now by Osorsen’s question, she sat up straight on his lap, her eyes locked on his. He was willing to kill the Pharaoh if she wished him to. They both knew that he could accomplish it in the chaos of war and he certainly had the motivation. Iahotep had stolen the position that should have been his, as well as the woman he loved.
But it was far too risky, and not only for the reasons he spoke of. If Iahotep either survived the attempt or a soldier loyal to him caught Osorsen in the act, he would be slowly and brutally tortured until he begged for death. And still it would be denied him. She knew well her husband’s cruelty. He would probably even make her watch, holding the safety of her child over her head. Hatshepsut loved her Oso too much to put him in such danger.
“No, my love. I cannot ask you to take that chance. There is too much that can go wrong and you are not a cold-blooded killer. Perhaps Set is tempting us with this possibility, but I do not think the rest of the gods will approve. They will hear our prayers and rid us of him in their own way. And then we shall be free.” And so would Lady H’Shiefa and the other women he forced to share his bed.
The thought of being Pharaoh in her own right made her smile. Hatshepsut kissed Osorsen on the nose and relaxed against him, resting her head against his shoulder. “I have dreamed of becoming Pharaoh like my namesake ever since I first heard her tale. I am not sure I am cut from the same cloth as she was. Even if I was able to achieve it, I would still need a man beside me.” Lifting her head, she kissed his chin. “You, my dear Oso. Only you. Whether I take the throne or you do, we will rule Egypt together.”
The young Queen raised her eyes to his. “Do you really think I have what it takes to be Pharaoh? Do you thing the Council would take me seriously, a young girl of only sixteen?”
Her Zosie was the heir of Hei Moghadam! It was a startling revelation, to be sure, and Hatshepsut was delighted that her former tutor had been acknowledged by his father. She was equally delighted by the warmth and texture of her beloved Osorsen’s hands as they danced along her bare golden back. How she wanted to push him on the bed and impale herself upon him. His tiniest touch sent flames of desire burning through her veins.
She focused on his deep captivating voice as he explained further. So he had known for quite some time and had kept the secret from even her! She felt like admonishing him playfully, but she knew that not uttering a word to anyone was necessary for Zoser’s safety. He who had sworn to protect her always may need her protection in the future, not to take his nephew’s place … for she knew that her Oso would come back to her … but to be accepted as a member of his Hei.
There would be resistance. There always was, but she would do everything in her power to make the transition as easy as possible. The petite Queen doubted that Zoser had any interest in actually running a Hei; he was much happier building his library in Alexandria and choosing the books that would fill it. If the gods willed it, he would never have to. Iahotep would get what was coming to him one way or another and she would marry Osorsen and give him enough sons to rule Hei Moghadam, Hei Fakhouri, and Egypt itself.
Hatshepsut refused to believe that the love of her life would perish in the war, but she hoped that her husband did. Startled now by Osorsen’s question, she sat up straight on his lap, her eyes locked on his. He was willing to kill the Pharaoh if she wished him to. They both knew that he could accomplish it in the chaos of war and he certainly had the motivation. Iahotep had stolen the position that should have been his, as well as the woman he loved.
But it was far too risky, and not only for the reasons he spoke of. If Iahotep either survived the attempt or a soldier loyal to him caught Osorsen in the act, he would be slowly and brutally tortured until he begged for death. And still it would be denied him. She knew well her husband’s cruelty. He would probably even make her watch, holding the safety of her child over her head. Hatshepsut loved her Oso too much to put him in such danger.
“No, my love. I cannot ask you to take that chance. There is too much that can go wrong and you are not a cold-blooded killer. Perhaps Set is tempting us with this possibility, but I do not think the rest of the gods will approve. They will hear our prayers and rid us of him in their own way. And then we shall be free.” And so would Lady H’Shiefa and the other women he forced to share his bed.
The thought of being Pharaoh in her own right made her smile. Hatshepsut kissed Osorsen on the nose and relaxed against him, resting her head against his shoulder. “I have dreamed of becoming Pharaoh like my namesake ever since I first heard her tale. I am not sure I am cut from the same cloth as she was. Even if I was able to achieve it, I would still need a man beside me.” Lifting her head, she kissed his chin. “You, my dear Oso. Only you. Whether I take the throne or you do, we will rule Egypt together.”
The young Queen raised her eyes to his. “Do you really think I have what it takes to be Pharaoh? Do you thing the Council would take me seriously, a young girl of only sixteen?”
As she considered whether or not to give him the order to kill her husband he felt as if he was holding his breath. If his soul was damned for eternity he would do what she asked, to share joy with her in this life without thought for the next. It was blasphemy, and he sent up a silent prayer to the gods as she denied the darker thoughts. He would not kill his rival, not yet. Not like this. As easy as it would be to be rid of him in a time of war, there was no honor in an assassination like this.
His thoughts turned to the young woman in his lap as she kissed his nose, a smile crossing his lips as he held her close and laid his head against hers. Stroking a hand through her hair as she snuggled into his shoulder Oso gave a soft hum. If anyone could rule like the Pharaoh Queen of the past, it would be his Hatshepsut. The other queen had ruled by the grace of the council and men around her, his queen had a power within her that could not yet be rivaled.
"I believe if anyone could outshine her, it would be you. Whatever you say now, you would not need me. As long as I live though, I will always serve you, whether as husband or general, or counselor." Oso paused, taking a deep breath as he remembered the letters that had been exchanged, and exhaling a sigh. He had no desire for there to be any secrets between them, and with the pressure from his grandfather and the chance of war, he didn't want to leave such a shock for her.
"My love...I must begin to consider the future of the Hei. My grandfather is not young, and Zoser and I are neither of us youths any longer. I had been in contact with a family, though the war has put a pause to this, and asked for a hand in marriage. It was denied, due to her attachment with another, but it is an eventuality I must face. We must face." As much as he wished to just rule by her side, they had no guarantees that Iahotep would die or be killed or overthrown for a long while.
"You will have my heart always. And I want nothing more than to be by your side. But if He and I both survive this war, if there is no way to remove him soon, I will have to do my duty to my grandfather and my house and marry."
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As she considered whether or not to give him the order to kill her husband he felt as if he was holding his breath. If his soul was damned for eternity he would do what she asked, to share joy with her in this life without thought for the next. It was blasphemy, and he sent up a silent prayer to the gods as she denied the darker thoughts. He would not kill his rival, not yet. Not like this. As easy as it would be to be rid of him in a time of war, there was no honor in an assassination like this.
His thoughts turned to the young woman in his lap as she kissed his nose, a smile crossing his lips as he held her close and laid his head against hers. Stroking a hand through her hair as she snuggled into his shoulder Oso gave a soft hum. If anyone could rule like the Pharaoh Queen of the past, it would be his Hatshepsut. The other queen had ruled by the grace of the council and men around her, his queen had a power within her that could not yet be rivaled.
"I believe if anyone could outshine her, it would be you. Whatever you say now, you would not need me. As long as I live though, I will always serve you, whether as husband or general, or counselor." Oso paused, taking a deep breath as he remembered the letters that had been exchanged, and exhaling a sigh. He had no desire for there to be any secrets between them, and with the pressure from his grandfather and the chance of war, he didn't want to leave such a shock for her.
"My love...I must begin to consider the future of the Hei. My grandfather is not young, and Zoser and I are neither of us youths any longer. I had been in contact with a family, though the war has put a pause to this, and asked for a hand in marriage. It was denied, due to her attachment with another, but it is an eventuality I must face. We must face." As much as he wished to just rule by her side, they had no guarantees that Iahotep would die or be killed or overthrown for a long while.
"You will have my heart always. And I want nothing more than to be by your side. But if He and I both survive this war, if there is no way to remove him soon, I will have to do my duty to my grandfather and my house and marry."
As she considered whether or not to give him the order to kill her husband he felt as if he was holding his breath. If his soul was damned for eternity he would do what she asked, to share joy with her in this life without thought for the next. It was blasphemy, and he sent up a silent prayer to the gods as she denied the darker thoughts. He would not kill his rival, not yet. Not like this. As easy as it would be to be rid of him in a time of war, there was no honor in an assassination like this.
His thoughts turned to the young woman in his lap as she kissed his nose, a smile crossing his lips as he held her close and laid his head against hers. Stroking a hand through her hair as she snuggled into his shoulder Oso gave a soft hum. If anyone could rule like the Pharaoh Queen of the past, it would be his Hatshepsut. The other queen had ruled by the grace of the council and men around her, his queen had a power within her that could not yet be rivaled.
"I believe if anyone could outshine her, it would be you. Whatever you say now, you would not need me. As long as I live though, I will always serve you, whether as husband or general, or counselor." Oso paused, taking a deep breath as he remembered the letters that had been exchanged, and exhaling a sigh. He had no desire for there to be any secrets between them, and with the pressure from his grandfather and the chance of war, he didn't want to leave such a shock for her.
"My love...I must begin to consider the future of the Hei. My grandfather is not young, and Zoser and I are neither of us youths any longer. I had been in contact with a family, though the war has put a pause to this, and asked for a hand in marriage. It was denied, due to her attachment with another, but it is an eventuality I must face. We must face." As much as he wished to just rule by her side, they had no guarantees that Iahotep would die or be killed or overthrown for a long while.
"You will have my heart always. And I want nothing more than to be by your side. But if He and I both survive this war, if there is no way to remove him soon, I will have to do my duty to my grandfather and my house and marry."
Sometimes rulers had to make difficult decisions, acting for the good of their people even if it went against their personal principles. Hatshepsut had read about such things in the books she devoured about former Pharaohs. Studying the reigns of others might help her during her own. She could use their successes as a guideline while avoiding their mistakes. A naive concept, perhaps, but one that might give her the confidence to stand on her own.
Execution was occasionally necessary. There had been some bloodthirsty Pharaohs who had executed anyone they suspected of harboring hostile notions, even if they had not acted on them. Iahotep, she believed, would become one of them. To her knowledge, he had not killed any of his subjects yet (excluding those who died in battle, and that wasn’t really execution). But he would, especially if he came home victorious.
Other Pharaohs were like her and wished to execute no one. Yet if an individual or group threatened the safety of the kingdom from within or without, there was no choice. As long as Iahotep drew breath, he would be a threat to Egypt. Getting rid of him in favor of Osorsen would insure that her people would not have to walk on eggshells their entire lives, fearing that they might offend him. Still, Hatshepsut could not order his assassination, and she certainly could not ask Osorsen to do it.
Maybe she wasn’t strong enough. Maybe she was too compassionate. Perhaps she didn’t have what it took to become Pharaoh … or because of her gentle and forgiving nature, she did. Whatever happened, she wanted Osorsen by her side. They could rule jointly and their reign could be known as ‘the era of the two Pharaohs.’ Or hopefully, something a bit more poetic.
Hatshepsut sighed with contentment as he gently stroked her hair. She needed to remember every second of this poignant rendezvous, to memorize every smile, every touch, every scent of her beloved Oso. Being away from him for so long and knowing that he would be in peril was going to be far more tortuous than anything Iahotep could do to her.
Her body tensed when he brought up the subject of marrying somebody else. He even had a woman in mind, though it seemed she wasn’t interested in him. Why did that please her? Hatshepsut knew that he needed an heir and that he could not wait for her forever. If Iahotep survived, all hopes of marrying her would be lost.
As he had said, he needed to think of the future of his Hei and she had always known in the back of her mind that this subject would come up eventually, Hopefully, he would always return to her even after he was wed, as she would always return to him. However, if he fell in love with his wife, she would need to let him go. His happiness was more important than her own.
She looked up and into his eyes. “I understand and I will support you, whatever you decide.” Taking one of his hands, she placed it on her softly rounded belly. “Maybe your son will be Pharaoh, even if you marry another. I started showing so early that it is possible that I was pregnant before you left and this child is yours and not his.
“Even if he does survive, he may not be Pharaoh when he returns. I am going to do everything in my power to undermine and discredit him while he is gone. If I convince the Council members who remain behind and the Egyptian people that he will bring our kingdom to ruin, and if I can show them by example how one should rule, they will all rally behind me. He will be dethroned and sent back to whatever rock he crawled out from under, and I will be free to marry you myself.”
Hatshepsut leaned her head back upon his shoulder. "It is possible that I may fail, and you should not count on my success. If a woman of your choice wishes to marry you, then you must not refuse on my account. I will never love you any less than I do now. You stole my heart a long time ago, my love, and it will always be yours.”
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Sometimes rulers had to make difficult decisions, acting for the good of their people even if it went against their personal principles. Hatshepsut had read about such things in the books she devoured about former Pharaohs. Studying the reigns of others might help her during her own. She could use their successes as a guideline while avoiding their mistakes. A naive concept, perhaps, but one that might give her the confidence to stand on her own.
Execution was occasionally necessary. There had been some bloodthirsty Pharaohs who had executed anyone they suspected of harboring hostile notions, even if they had not acted on them. Iahotep, she believed, would become one of them. To her knowledge, he had not killed any of his subjects yet (excluding those who died in battle, and that wasn’t really execution). But he would, especially if he came home victorious.
Other Pharaohs were like her and wished to execute no one. Yet if an individual or group threatened the safety of the kingdom from within or without, there was no choice. As long as Iahotep drew breath, he would be a threat to Egypt. Getting rid of him in favor of Osorsen would insure that her people would not have to walk on eggshells their entire lives, fearing that they might offend him. Still, Hatshepsut could not order his assassination, and she certainly could not ask Osorsen to do it.
Maybe she wasn’t strong enough. Maybe she was too compassionate. Perhaps she didn’t have what it took to become Pharaoh … or because of her gentle and forgiving nature, she did. Whatever happened, she wanted Osorsen by her side. They could rule jointly and their reign could be known as ‘the era of the two Pharaohs.’ Or hopefully, something a bit more poetic.
Hatshepsut sighed with contentment as he gently stroked her hair. She needed to remember every second of this poignant rendezvous, to memorize every smile, every touch, every scent of her beloved Oso. Being away from him for so long and knowing that he would be in peril was going to be far more tortuous than anything Iahotep could do to her.
Her body tensed when he brought up the subject of marrying somebody else. He even had a woman in mind, though it seemed she wasn’t interested in him. Why did that please her? Hatshepsut knew that he needed an heir and that he could not wait for her forever. If Iahotep survived, all hopes of marrying her would be lost.
As he had said, he needed to think of the future of his Hei and she had always known in the back of her mind that this subject would come up eventually, Hopefully, he would always return to her even after he was wed, as she would always return to him. However, if he fell in love with his wife, she would need to let him go. His happiness was more important than her own.
She looked up and into his eyes. “I understand and I will support you, whatever you decide.” Taking one of his hands, she placed it on her softly rounded belly. “Maybe your son will be Pharaoh, even if you marry another. I started showing so early that it is possible that I was pregnant before you left and this child is yours and not his.
“Even if he does survive, he may not be Pharaoh when he returns. I am going to do everything in my power to undermine and discredit him while he is gone. If I convince the Council members who remain behind and the Egyptian people that he will bring our kingdom to ruin, and if I can show them by example how one should rule, they will all rally behind me. He will be dethroned and sent back to whatever rock he crawled out from under, and I will be free to marry you myself.”
Hatshepsut leaned her head back upon his shoulder. "It is possible that I may fail, and you should not count on my success. If a woman of your choice wishes to marry you, then you must not refuse on my account. I will never love you any less than I do now. You stole my heart a long time ago, my love, and it will always be yours.”
Sometimes rulers had to make difficult decisions, acting for the good of their people even if it went against their personal principles. Hatshepsut had read about such things in the books she devoured about former Pharaohs. Studying the reigns of others might help her during her own. She could use their successes as a guideline while avoiding their mistakes. A naive concept, perhaps, but one that might give her the confidence to stand on her own.
Execution was occasionally necessary. There had been some bloodthirsty Pharaohs who had executed anyone they suspected of harboring hostile notions, even if they had not acted on them. Iahotep, she believed, would become one of them. To her knowledge, he had not killed any of his subjects yet (excluding those who died in battle, and that wasn’t really execution). But he would, especially if he came home victorious.
Other Pharaohs were like her and wished to execute no one. Yet if an individual or group threatened the safety of the kingdom from within or without, there was no choice. As long as Iahotep drew breath, he would be a threat to Egypt. Getting rid of him in favor of Osorsen would insure that her people would not have to walk on eggshells their entire lives, fearing that they might offend him. Still, Hatshepsut could not order his assassination, and she certainly could not ask Osorsen to do it.
Maybe she wasn’t strong enough. Maybe she was too compassionate. Perhaps she didn’t have what it took to become Pharaoh … or because of her gentle and forgiving nature, she did. Whatever happened, she wanted Osorsen by her side. They could rule jointly and their reign could be known as ‘the era of the two Pharaohs.’ Or hopefully, something a bit more poetic.
Hatshepsut sighed with contentment as he gently stroked her hair. She needed to remember every second of this poignant rendezvous, to memorize every smile, every touch, every scent of her beloved Oso. Being away from him for so long and knowing that he would be in peril was going to be far more tortuous than anything Iahotep could do to her.
Her body tensed when he brought up the subject of marrying somebody else. He even had a woman in mind, though it seemed she wasn’t interested in him. Why did that please her? Hatshepsut knew that he needed an heir and that he could not wait for her forever. If Iahotep survived, all hopes of marrying her would be lost.
As he had said, he needed to think of the future of his Hei and she had always known in the back of her mind that this subject would come up eventually, Hopefully, he would always return to her even after he was wed, as she would always return to him. However, if he fell in love with his wife, she would need to let him go. His happiness was more important than her own.
She looked up and into his eyes. “I understand and I will support you, whatever you decide.” Taking one of his hands, she placed it on her softly rounded belly. “Maybe your son will be Pharaoh, even if you marry another. I started showing so early that it is possible that I was pregnant before you left and this child is yours and not his.
“Even if he does survive, he may not be Pharaoh when he returns. I am going to do everything in my power to undermine and discredit him while he is gone. If I convince the Council members who remain behind and the Egyptian people that he will bring our kingdom to ruin, and if I can show them by example how one should rule, they will all rally behind me. He will be dethroned and sent back to whatever rock he crawled out from under, and I will be free to marry you myself.”
Hatshepsut leaned her head back upon his shoulder. "It is possible that I may fail, and you should not count on my success. If a woman of your choice wishes to marry you, then you must not refuse on my account. I will never love you any less than I do now. You stole my heart a long time ago, my love, and it will always be yours.”
He could see it on her face as she struggled with the thoughts, and he hated to cause her such pain. If he had any other heirs to inherit, if Zoser had already wed and had sons of his own, he would have happily waited as long as it took for Iahotep to die and for his Hatshepsut to be free for him. Her husband was old, in his fifties already, and with his indulgences and behaviors he couldn't imagine the old man would last longer than another decade. But that already put them so far behind, ten years without one another felt impossible. His own grandfather would pass by then, and he would be left the sole heir to everything of H'Moghadam.
"I truly do not deserve you, my love." His voice was soft, sad almost at the thought of ever releasing her. Depending on who he wed, he couldn't imagine ever giving her up for good. They would find ways to remain with one another. Oso's heart lept as she put his hands to her stomach, looking down at the swell of her abdomen and then back to her with his lips parted in shock, hope. The timing of her pregnancy had always been suspicious enough that he'd kept the thought in the back of his mind, but to hear her say it, that there was a possibility her child was his, he knew if there was any chance to take out Iahotep on the battlefield he would do it.
"My son...our son. Do you truly think it could be?" She had said before it was not possible, but if she thought now it could be, then they would have to wait and see when it was born. The earlier and healthier, the better a chance it would be his own. Hatshepsut's strong declarations that she would do all she could to remove herself from the grips of the man who'd stolen everything from them. If anyone was able to do it, he believed she might. The council that had denied her wishes before now had a good deal of evidence to believe her claims, and he was certain that there could be found legitimate reasons to remove him.
"If all I can give is to protect him and you, if for whatever reason we are forced into the worst case scenario, I will always be by your side."
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He could see it on her face as she struggled with the thoughts, and he hated to cause her such pain. If he had any other heirs to inherit, if Zoser had already wed and had sons of his own, he would have happily waited as long as it took for Iahotep to die and for his Hatshepsut to be free for him. Her husband was old, in his fifties already, and with his indulgences and behaviors he couldn't imagine the old man would last longer than another decade. But that already put them so far behind, ten years without one another felt impossible. His own grandfather would pass by then, and he would be left the sole heir to everything of H'Moghadam.
"I truly do not deserve you, my love." His voice was soft, sad almost at the thought of ever releasing her. Depending on who he wed, he couldn't imagine ever giving her up for good. They would find ways to remain with one another. Oso's heart lept as she put his hands to her stomach, looking down at the swell of her abdomen and then back to her with his lips parted in shock, hope. The timing of her pregnancy had always been suspicious enough that he'd kept the thought in the back of his mind, but to hear her say it, that there was a possibility her child was his, he knew if there was any chance to take out Iahotep on the battlefield he would do it.
"My son...our son. Do you truly think it could be?" She had said before it was not possible, but if she thought now it could be, then they would have to wait and see when it was born. The earlier and healthier, the better a chance it would be his own. Hatshepsut's strong declarations that she would do all she could to remove herself from the grips of the man who'd stolen everything from them. If anyone was able to do it, he believed she might. The council that had denied her wishes before now had a good deal of evidence to believe her claims, and he was certain that there could be found legitimate reasons to remove him.
"If all I can give is to protect him and you, if for whatever reason we are forced into the worst case scenario, I will always be by your side."
He could see it on her face as she struggled with the thoughts, and he hated to cause her such pain. If he had any other heirs to inherit, if Zoser had already wed and had sons of his own, he would have happily waited as long as it took for Iahotep to die and for his Hatshepsut to be free for him. Her husband was old, in his fifties already, and with his indulgences and behaviors he couldn't imagine the old man would last longer than another decade. But that already put them so far behind, ten years without one another felt impossible. His own grandfather would pass by then, and he would be left the sole heir to everything of H'Moghadam.
"I truly do not deserve you, my love." His voice was soft, sad almost at the thought of ever releasing her. Depending on who he wed, he couldn't imagine ever giving her up for good. They would find ways to remain with one another. Oso's heart lept as she put his hands to her stomach, looking down at the swell of her abdomen and then back to her with his lips parted in shock, hope. The timing of her pregnancy had always been suspicious enough that he'd kept the thought in the back of his mind, but to hear her say it, that there was a possibility her child was his, he knew if there was any chance to take out Iahotep on the battlefield he would do it.
"My son...our son. Do you truly think it could be?" She had said before it was not possible, but if she thought now it could be, then they would have to wait and see when it was born. The earlier and healthier, the better a chance it would be his own. Hatshepsut's strong declarations that she would do all she could to remove herself from the grips of the man who'd stolen everything from them. If anyone was able to do it, he believed she might. The council that had denied her wishes before now had a good deal of evidence to believe her claims, and he was certain that there could be found legitimate reasons to remove him.
"If all I can give is to protect him and you, if for whatever reason we are forced into the worst case scenario, I will always be by your side."
“It is I who does not deserve you.” Hatshepsut shifted on his lap so that she could kiss his lips lightly, teasingly. She remembered how scared she had been that he would blame her for not refusing to marry Iahotep when he came back from Greece and found out she was wed. Osorsen could have been so furious that he never wanted to see her again. After all, everything he had wanted, everything he had striven for, had been stolen from him. And yes, he had been angry, but not at her. Their love had never faltered, so strong was the bond between them. The gods had brought them together and nothing could ever tear them apart. If he could tolerate her being married to somebody else, then she could do the same.
Her heart swelled with joy when she saw the shock and hope in his eyes. At first, she had thought that the baby she carried had to be Iahotep’s because she had bled about a week after they were wed. It had been light and had lasted less than two days, nothing like her normal monthly courses. Now Hatshepsut believed she had bled because of her husband's cruely. He had enjoyed hurting her during sex, either because he thought it was fun or because he was trying to get her to show some kind of emotion, She never did, even when she wished she could scream in revulsion.
Because she had started showing at only three months, she was probably farther alone than anyone thought. That meant that the child could very well be Osorson’s, especially if it was born healthy but supposedly premature. Iahotep had known that she had bled … he had seen it on his bed after he rolled off of her … and Hatshepsut had been able to avoid his attentions for a week. He was arrogant enough to think that his greatness was responsible for the baby’s early arrival, but if anyone whispered doubts into his ear, he would not hesitate to kill the child and try to execute Osorsen as well. That was one reason she wanted to turn the people against him while he was gone so that he would be immediately deposed if he survived the war.
Nobody, absolutely nobody, was going to harm her child.
“Yes, I think he may very well be yours,” she replied, kissing him again. “If he is born early, then we will know for sure.” His declaration of protection made her heart soar. Her Oso was so good to her. She thanked the gods for him every day during her prayers at the temple.
Though she hated to ruin this perfect moment, there was something she had to know. “If he does not survive the war and the baby is his, do you think you will be able to accept him? He will always be part of me and he will need guidance so that he does not turn out like his father. His paternity should not be held against him, as it is not his fault.”
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“It is I who does not deserve you.” Hatshepsut shifted on his lap so that she could kiss his lips lightly, teasingly. She remembered how scared she had been that he would blame her for not refusing to marry Iahotep when he came back from Greece and found out she was wed. Osorsen could have been so furious that he never wanted to see her again. After all, everything he had wanted, everything he had striven for, had been stolen from him. And yes, he had been angry, but not at her. Their love had never faltered, so strong was the bond between them. The gods had brought them together and nothing could ever tear them apart. If he could tolerate her being married to somebody else, then she could do the same.
Her heart swelled with joy when she saw the shock and hope in his eyes. At first, she had thought that the baby she carried had to be Iahotep’s because she had bled about a week after they were wed. It had been light and had lasted less than two days, nothing like her normal monthly courses. Now Hatshepsut believed she had bled because of her husband's cruely. He had enjoyed hurting her during sex, either because he thought it was fun or because he was trying to get her to show some kind of emotion, She never did, even when she wished she could scream in revulsion.
Because she had started showing at only three months, she was probably farther alone than anyone thought. That meant that the child could very well be Osorson’s, especially if it was born healthy but supposedly premature. Iahotep had known that she had bled … he had seen it on his bed after he rolled off of her … and Hatshepsut had been able to avoid his attentions for a week. He was arrogant enough to think that his greatness was responsible for the baby’s early arrival, but if anyone whispered doubts into his ear, he would not hesitate to kill the child and try to execute Osorsen as well. That was one reason she wanted to turn the people against him while he was gone so that he would be immediately deposed if he survived the war.
Nobody, absolutely nobody, was going to harm her child.
“Yes, I think he may very well be yours,” she replied, kissing him again. “If he is born early, then we will know for sure.” His declaration of protection made her heart soar. Her Oso was so good to her. She thanked the gods for him every day during her prayers at the temple.
Though she hated to ruin this perfect moment, there was something she had to know. “If he does not survive the war and the baby is his, do you think you will be able to accept him? He will always be part of me and he will need guidance so that he does not turn out like his father. His paternity should not be held against him, as it is not his fault.”
“It is I who does not deserve you.” Hatshepsut shifted on his lap so that she could kiss his lips lightly, teasingly. She remembered how scared she had been that he would blame her for not refusing to marry Iahotep when he came back from Greece and found out she was wed. Osorsen could have been so furious that he never wanted to see her again. After all, everything he had wanted, everything he had striven for, had been stolen from him. And yes, he had been angry, but not at her. Their love had never faltered, so strong was the bond between them. The gods had brought them together and nothing could ever tear them apart. If he could tolerate her being married to somebody else, then she could do the same.
Her heart swelled with joy when she saw the shock and hope in his eyes. At first, she had thought that the baby she carried had to be Iahotep’s because she had bled about a week after they were wed. It had been light and had lasted less than two days, nothing like her normal monthly courses. Now Hatshepsut believed she had bled because of her husband's cruely. He had enjoyed hurting her during sex, either because he thought it was fun or because he was trying to get her to show some kind of emotion, She never did, even when she wished she could scream in revulsion.
Because she had started showing at only three months, she was probably farther alone than anyone thought. That meant that the child could very well be Osorson’s, especially if it was born healthy but supposedly premature. Iahotep had known that she had bled … he had seen it on his bed after he rolled off of her … and Hatshepsut had been able to avoid his attentions for a week. He was arrogant enough to think that his greatness was responsible for the baby’s early arrival, but if anyone whispered doubts into his ear, he would not hesitate to kill the child and try to execute Osorsen as well. That was one reason she wanted to turn the people against him while he was gone so that he would be immediately deposed if he survived the war.
Nobody, absolutely nobody, was going to harm her child.
“Yes, I think he may very well be yours,” she replied, kissing him again. “If he is born early, then we will know for sure.” His declaration of protection made her heart soar. Her Oso was so good to her. She thanked the gods for him every day during her prayers at the temple.
Though she hated to ruin this perfect moment, there was something she had to know. “If he does not survive the war and the baby is his, do you think you will be able to accept him? He will always be part of me and he will need guidance so that he does not turn out like his father. His paternity should not be held against him, as it is not his fault.”
The general shook his head, his nose brushing against hers as she said it was she who didn't deserve him. Any attempt he might have made to deny it was silenced by her lips against his, soft and teasing and not enough, but there was no time. He had to leave her soon, they couldn't linger here all day as much as he wished they might. Someone would come looking for them, even those who knew enough to be discreet would not be able to give them all the time they wished for.
With his hands still resting on her stomach, Osorsen waited as if he would be able to feel some kind of movement. He'd never known someone with child before, he didn't know when the babe was supposed to move or when was too early. No doubt any little touch he thought he might feel was his imagination, surely Hatshepsut would have said something otherwise. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, feeling the threat of something like tears in his eyes, he leaned over and pressed his lips to the warm skin of her belly. If it was the only chance he had to give his child a sign of his affection, he would take what he could get.
"I shall pray for him to be ours."
He kept his lips against her abdomen, slowly pressing soft kisses back up her torso, resting his head between her breasts and taking slow, deep breaths to memorize her scent, the way she felt in his arms. Her question made him pause for a long moment, but he knew the answer without having to think about it too much. It would be a difficult choice, and thinking of it now as opposed to being confronted with it in reality might change his feelings. If a son was born to Iahotep and Hatshepsut, that child would be the next pharaoh. Unless they managed to remove the false pharaoh.
Looking up at her with a solemn expression, he lifted his hands to cradle her cheeks, brushing a thumb over her lips and stealing another kiss before pulling back to meet her eyes.
"If this child is his, and we are able to remove him and take his place. I swear to you in sight of the gods I will protect you both with my life. But, if he ever becomes a threat. If he ever tries to harm you or any children we might have together. I would not hesitate to kill him."
He didn't imagine it was what she wanted to hear, but he did not want to lie to her. "If we raise him together, we would do well and find a way to make sure he is as brave and brilliant and kind as you. I only want there to be no question or uncertainty between us. If he becomes like his father, too much like his father." With a heavy sigh he pressed his forehead to hers, closing his eyes. "The child is ours. I am certain of it. He will be a gift to Egypt, a gift to all of us."
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The general shook his head, his nose brushing against hers as she said it was she who didn't deserve him. Any attempt he might have made to deny it was silenced by her lips against his, soft and teasing and not enough, but there was no time. He had to leave her soon, they couldn't linger here all day as much as he wished they might. Someone would come looking for them, even those who knew enough to be discreet would not be able to give them all the time they wished for.
With his hands still resting on her stomach, Osorsen waited as if he would be able to feel some kind of movement. He'd never known someone with child before, he didn't know when the babe was supposed to move or when was too early. No doubt any little touch he thought he might feel was his imagination, surely Hatshepsut would have said something otherwise. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, feeling the threat of something like tears in his eyes, he leaned over and pressed his lips to the warm skin of her belly. If it was the only chance he had to give his child a sign of his affection, he would take what he could get.
"I shall pray for him to be ours."
He kept his lips against her abdomen, slowly pressing soft kisses back up her torso, resting his head between her breasts and taking slow, deep breaths to memorize her scent, the way she felt in his arms. Her question made him pause for a long moment, but he knew the answer without having to think about it too much. It would be a difficult choice, and thinking of it now as opposed to being confronted with it in reality might change his feelings. If a son was born to Iahotep and Hatshepsut, that child would be the next pharaoh. Unless they managed to remove the false pharaoh.
Looking up at her with a solemn expression, he lifted his hands to cradle her cheeks, brushing a thumb over her lips and stealing another kiss before pulling back to meet her eyes.
"If this child is his, and we are able to remove him and take his place. I swear to you in sight of the gods I will protect you both with my life. But, if he ever becomes a threat. If he ever tries to harm you or any children we might have together. I would not hesitate to kill him."
He didn't imagine it was what she wanted to hear, but he did not want to lie to her. "If we raise him together, we would do well and find a way to make sure he is as brave and brilliant and kind as you. I only want there to be no question or uncertainty between us. If he becomes like his father, too much like his father." With a heavy sigh he pressed his forehead to hers, closing his eyes. "The child is ours. I am certain of it. He will be a gift to Egypt, a gift to all of us."
The general shook his head, his nose brushing against hers as she said it was she who didn't deserve him. Any attempt he might have made to deny it was silenced by her lips against his, soft and teasing and not enough, but there was no time. He had to leave her soon, they couldn't linger here all day as much as he wished they might. Someone would come looking for them, even those who knew enough to be discreet would not be able to give them all the time they wished for.
With his hands still resting on her stomach, Osorsen waited as if he would be able to feel some kind of movement. He'd never known someone with child before, he didn't know when the babe was supposed to move or when was too early. No doubt any little touch he thought he might feel was his imagination, surely Hatshepsut would have said something otherwise. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, feeling the threat of something like tears in his eyes, he leaned over and pressed his lips to the warm skin of her belly. If it was the only chance he had to give his child a sign of his affection, he would take what he could get.
"I shall pray for him to be ours."
He kept his lips against her abdomen, slowly pressing soft kisses back up her torso, resting his head between her breasts and taking slow, deep breaths to memorize her scent, the way she felt in his arms. Her question made him pause for a long moment, but he knew the answer without having to think about it too much. It would be a difficult choice, and thinking of it now as opposed to being confronted with it in reality might change his feelings. If a son was born to Iahotep and Hatshepsut, that child would be the next pharaoh. Unless they managed to remove the false pharaoh.
Looking up at her with a solemn expression, he lifted his hands to cradle her cheeks, brushing a thumb over her lips and stealing another kiss before pulling back to meet her eyes.
"If this child is his, and we are able to remove him and take his place. I swear to you in sight of the gods I will protect you both with my life. But, if he ever becomes a threat. If he ever tries to harm you or any children we might have together. I would not hesitate to kill him."
He didn't imagine it was what she wanted to hear, but he did not want to lie to her. "If we raise him together, we would do well and find a way to make sure he is as brave and brilliant and kind as you. I only want there to be no question or uncertainty between us. If he becomes like his father, too much like his father." With a heavy sigh he pressed his forehead to hers, closing his eyes. "The child is ours. I am certain of it. He will be a gift to Egypt, a gift to all of us."
Hatshepsut hoped that the baby could feel the warmth of Osorson’s hands and that it could understand that he loved it. She had heard tales that newborn babies could recognize their mothers’ voices which they had heard in the womb. Maybe they could sense a loving touch as well.
When he pressed his lips to her belly, she felt a small flutter, although that was probably her own body’s amorous reaction. Or she was just imagining things. She had no idea when babies quickened, but she doubted it happened so early in the pregnancy. Then again, if the baby was her beloved Oso’s, she could be farther along than she thought.
“I go to Hathor’s temple several times a week and pray the same thing. When you leave, I shall go to the grand temple every day with offerings for each god and pray for your safety and Egypt’s victory.”
She felt that soft little flutter again, right below Osorsen’s lips. Did he feel it too? There was no certainty that the baby was kicking. She would say nothing of it. As she had earlier surmised, it might just be wishful thinking. This was the only time the baby would feel his presence until he returned to her. Hatshepsut hoped the war would last only a couple of months, but it was possible that the child … their child … would already be born by the time the soldiers came home. It was important to her that he baby know that he loved it.
Desire spiraled through her petite form as his kisses moved up her torso until his dark head was resting between her breasts. The young Queen pressed a kiss upon it before gently ruffling his hair. Tears sprang unbidden behind her eyes, and she blinked them away. It was always like this when he went off to battle, but this time was even more bittersweet because there was a possibility that ... I must think only of good things so I do not upset our child.
Hatshepsut gave her Oso all the time he needed to answer her question, and she sighed in contentment when he raised his head, cupped her cheeks, and stole a lovely kiss. His reply was more than she could have hoped for. He would accept the child no matter who his father was. Her heart skipped a beat when he said he wouldn’t hesitate to kill Iahotep’s child if he became a threat to them.
She gazed into his eyes and nodded. If the child was Iahotep’s, he might inherit his father’s personality. Raising him to be a good and honest man might be for naught. In truth, if he showed any of the current Pharaoh’s cruelty, Hatshepsut would probably kill him herself. She was going to bring him into the world, and she could take him out of it.
“I understand,” she said gravely. “And I will support you if that’s what it comes to. Egypt must always come first and it doesn't need another tyrannical Pharaoh."
He pressed his forehead against hers. She entwined her fingers in his hair again and then slowly slid them down to caress his neck and as much of his back as she could reach. “I believe it too,” she whispered. “If he meets his end on the battlefield, the gods will help us bring a golden age to Egypt. Our son … all of our children … will continue our legacy.”
Hatshepsut shifted in his lap so that she was straddling his waist. "If he perishes, what if the Council wants you to be Pharaoh instead of me. Will you allow me to rule with you?" They would be against a female Pharaoh, she knew, but she wasn't ready to give up her dream. Ruling was in her blood and it was what she had been raised to do. She and Oso had different strengths that could be combined to ensure that Egypt thrived.
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Hatshepsut hoped that the baby could feel the warmth of Osorson’s hands and that it could understand that he loved it. She had heard tales that newborn babies could recognize their mothers’ voices which they had heard in the womb. Maybe they could sense a loving touch as well.
When he pressed his lips to her belly, she felt a small flutter, although that was probably her own body’s amorous reaction. Or she was just imagining things. She had no idea when babies quickened, but she doubted it happened so early in the pregnancy. Then again, if the baby was her beloved Oso’s, she could be farther along than she thought.
“I go to Hathor’s temple several times a week and pray the same thing. When you leave, I shall go to the grand temple every day with offerings for each god and pray for your safety and Egypt’s victory.”
She felt that soft little flutter again, right below Osorsen’s lips. Did he feel it too? There was no certainty that the baby was kicking. She would say nothing of it. As she had earlier surmised, it might just be wishful thinking. This was the only time the baby would feel his presence until he returned to her. Hatshepsut hoped the war would last only a couple of months, but it was possible that the child … their child … would already be born by the time the soldiers came home. It was important to her that he baby know that he loved it.
Desire spiraled through her petite form as his kisses moved up her torso until his dark head was resting between her breasts. The young Queen pressed a kiss upon it before gently ruffling his hair. Tears sprang unbidden behind her eyes, and she blinked them away. It was always like this when he went off to battle, but this time was even more bittersweet because there was a possibility that ... I must think only of good things so I do not upset our child.
Hatshepsut gave her Oso all the time he needed to answer her question, and she sighed in contentment when he raised his head, cupped her cheeks, and stole a lovely kiss. His reply was more than she could have hoped for. He would accept the child no matter who his father was. Her heart skipped a beat when he said he wouldn’t hesitate to kill Iahotep’s child if he became a threat to them.
She gazed into his eyes and nodded. If the child was Iahotep’s, he might inherit his father’s personality. Raising him to be a good and honest man might be for naught. In truth, if he showed any of the current Pharaoh’s cruelty, Hatshepsut would probably kill him herself. She was going to bring him into the world, and she could take him out of it.
“I understand,” she said gravely. “And I will support you if that’s what it comes to. Egypt must always come first and it doesn't need another tyrannical Pharaoh."
He pressed his forehead against hers. She entwined her fingers in his hair again and then slowly slid them down to caress his neck and as much of his back as she could reach. “I believe it too,” she whispered. “If he meets his end on the battlefield, the gods will help us bring a golden age to Egypt. Our son … all of our children … will continue our legacy.”
Hatshepsut shifted in his lap so that she was straddling his waist. "If he perishes, what if the Council wants you to be Pharaoh instead of me. Will you allow me to rule with you?" They would be against a female Pharaoh, she knew, but she wasn't ready to give up her dream. Ruling was in her blood and it was what she had been raised to do. She and Oso had different strengths that could be combined to ensure that Egypt thrived.
Hatshepsut hoped that the baby could feel the warmth of Osorson’s hands and that it could understand that he loved it. She had heard tales that newborn babies could recognize their mothers’ voices which they had heard in the womb. Maybe they could sense a loving touch as well.
When he pressed his lips to her belly, she felt a small flutter, although that was probably her own body’s amorous reaction. Or she was just imagining things. She had no idea when babies quickened, but she doubted it happened so early in the pregnancy. Then again, if the baby was her beloved Oso’s, she could be farther along than she thought.
“I go to Hathor’s temple several times a week and pray the same thing. When you leave, I shall go to the grand temple every day with offerings for each god and pray for your safety and Egypt’s victory.”
She felt that soft little flutter again, right below Osorsen’s lips. Did he feel it too? There was no certainty that the baby was kicking. She would say nothing of it. As she had earlier surmised, it might just be wishful thinking. This was the only time the baby would feel his presence until he returned to her. Hatshepsut hoped the war would last only a couple of months, but it was possible that the child … their child … would already be born by the time the soldiers came home. It was important to her that he baby know that he loved it.
Desire spiraled through her petite form as his kisses moved up her torso until his dark head was resting between her breasts. The young Queen pressed a kiss upon it before gently ruffling his hair. Tears sprang unbidden behind her eyes, and she blinked them away. It was always like this when he went off to battle, but this time was even more bittersweet because there was a possibility that ... I must think only of good things so I do not upset our child.
Hatshepsut gave her Oso all the time he needed to answer her question, and she sighed in contentment when he raised his head, cupped her cheeks, and stole a lovely kiss. His reply was more than she could have hoped for. He would accept the child no matter who his father was. Her heart skipped a beat when he said he wouldn’t hesitate to kill Iahotep’s child if he became a threat to them.
She gazed into his eyes and nodded. If the child was Iahotep’s, he might inherit his father’s personality. Raising him to be a good and honest man might be for naught. In truth, if he showed any of the current Pharaoh’s cruelty, Hatshepsut would probably kill him herself. She was going to bring him into the world, and she could take him out of it.
“I understand,” she said gravely. “And I will support you if that’s what it comes to. Egypt must always come first and it doesn't need another tyrannical Pharaoh."
He pressed his forehead against hers. She entwined her fingers in his hair again and then slowly slid them down to caress his neck and as much of his back as she could reach. “I believe it too,” she whispered. “If he meets his end on the battlefield, the gods will help us bring a golden age to Egypt. Our son … all of our children … will continue our legacy.”
Hatshepsut shifted in his lap so that she was straddling his waist. "If he perishes, what if the Council wants you to be Pharaoh instead of me. Will you allow me to rule with you?" They would be against a female Pharaoh, she knew, but she wasn't ready to give up her dream. Ruling was in her blood and it was what she had been raised to do. She and Oso had different strengths that could be combined to ensure that Egypt thrived.
