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It was not that difficult to understand the boy’s desire to avoid this certain corridor. Not if one knew what sort of unanswered questions loomed in this hall.
Rounding the corner, Sutkeh could feel his heart sink in his chest as his eyes landed on the art decorating the hall. This decoration was newer than the others in the palace. That much was clear through the vibrant colors, marking the paint as freshly added, as well as the inscriptions carved into the stone. Elsewhere through the building, the hieroglyphs sang the praises of the long-dead men of the H’Fakhouri. This one though? It depicted the Nadders. His family.
Even now it still felt wrong to say.
Despite Sutekh’s aversion to the scene, he knew it well enough that when his head naturally tried to look away, he could still see the picture as it was burned into his mind. It was a scene of battle. Half the hall was filled with faceless warriors, all expectantly looking to their leader. There was no mistaking who filled this role either. There was only one man that took up the whole height of the wall as he stood proudly in his chariot -- gazing forward to whatever enemy lay waiting at the end of the corridor.
Imopehatsuma. Sutekh’s father.
It still didn’t feel right two months after the grand secret had been revealed. As Sutekh drew closer to the image of the man who had sired him, the Bastard Prince still couldn’t truly wrap his mind around the fact that the former King of Kings, Supreme Ruler of Egypt was his father and not Onuphirious. The other man had been the one that had raised him. It had been the Shiefa Sirdar that had instilled the values of honor, responsibility, and courage into the boy -- not this warrior that Sutekh had only met a few times in his life before he had passed into the afterlife.
The Prince almost wished that he had no memories of Imopehatsuma. It would be so much easier to accept everything if he didn’t have a face to attach to the name that his mother decried as a monster and his sister proclaimed to be a hero. Not knowing made things easier and didn’t bring up questions that came with the memories of the few events that Sutekh had seen his biological father during his youth. Did the pharaoh even know that he had a son? Or did he not care? His mother had said once that she had been friends with the Pharaoh and the Dowager Queen -- what did that mean for what transpired? Sutekh didn’t want to fathom it but was it possible that his mother had been lying when she said that she had not been a willing participant in his advent? If that was so, was his father really the monster that Iaheru made him out to be? Hatshepsut didn’t seem to think so, but she was his trueborn daughter and she had been a child when their father had passed. If he had been a cruel man, surely he wouldn’t have allowed his child to be witness to it. After all, Sutekh was certain that Iahotep followed this principal and he was a man capable of such depravity that the Bastard Prince lived in mortal fear because of him.
Even though Sutekh was staring at the painted image of him, no one had the full picture of who Imopehatsuma was. Truthfully, that scared Sutekh. Not for any reason other than the prince didn’t know what that meant for him. The Bastard Prince had the previous Pharaoh’s blood coursing through his veins. He could be half-warrior as he had seen the man as such when Sutekh had been in the dark of his parentage… or he could be half-monster. He could be capable of the things his mother claimed that his sire had done to her. Or she had been false in her confessions. After all, Iaheru had deceived Sutekh and the rest of his family for twenty-four years. Why should she stop the deceit now?
The boy had the blood of either a monster or a liar.
He didn’t know which curse was worse.
The Prince had dared to hope in the months since he had learned the wicked truth of his bloodline, that the gods had pity on him. Surely, there had to be enough good in his parents to offset whatever evil he had the misfortune to inherit and there was some evidence of this. When he had been in Onuphrious’s favor, Sutekh had been the perfect heir. After all, how many times had the man praised his responsible and courageous nature? Sutekh had been a decent leader during his brief stint in the military. Surely these traits had to count for something? Couldn’t they be signs that he was capable of rising above whatever sin had brought him into this world? Sutekh prayed that they were, but in between every word that was muttered to the gods that ever-present nagging of doubt crept in. His siblings had never been subtle in their dislike of him; calling him pompous or arrogant at every opportunity. He couldn’t deny their jabs either. He was a bit of a prick when it came to upholding the Sheifa honor and never had any qualms about bringing the delinquents to heel. Sutekh was all too familiar with the red-hot anger that burned within him every time he saw Hena or Nia doing something that threatened the family’s honor. He knew that his frustrations were more than excessive.
Could this be the blood of his father coming out to play?
Sutekh didn’t know. Every time he asked himself this question, he felt more like he was interrogating a stranger. His life had been so upended by what had happened that he wasn’t sure who he was anymore -- but others seemed to have some idea of who Sutekh H’Naddar was. Iahotep saw him as a threat. Hatshepsut saw him as a brother. Nenet and the others saw him as a disgrace. Sutekh couldn’t help, but feel that everyone else knew who he was when he had no idea himself. However, there were a few people out there that may not know the answer to that question… or at least Sutekh couldn’t figure that out himself.
As the echo of footsteps entered the hall and the Prince’s gaze was pulled away from his father’s portrait, he was utterly shocked to see the visage of one such person. For a moment, the Bastard Prince tettered between confusion and shock as he regarded the slavegirl that had stumbled across him. However, these emotions were not stirred up by being caught, but instead from seeing her here. In the Evening Star Palace.
She didn’t belong here.
Sutekh was sure to voice his confusion as he quickly stepped forward to greet her with a certain familiarity that he doubted that even his new sister had with any of her servants, “Mara? What are you doing here?” His voice was dripping with disbelief as Sutekh quizzed her, almost as if he still couldn’t fathom that the favored slave of the Sheifa household was in the Palace. Who could really blame him? It was unfathomable on so many different levels ranging from how she had managed to get into the building and, of course, her reasoning for being here in the first place.
Mara had been with the Sheifa family since she was a child. Even though she had never been particularly close with Sutekh, the close nature between her and the women in his natal family mean that the two were not strangers either. It was a weird middle ground where she was a fixture of the household, but there was still some sort of distance between them. However, Sutekh wasn’t going to complain. He had been so desperate for any news from his family that even Mara was a sight for sore eyes. Given that Sutekh knew that it was unlikely that the family would part with the girl, he could take a guess at her reasoning for being here. “Did my -- the Sheifas send you? Do you bear news of how they fare?” He asked eagerly, barely catching how he had almost referred to the noble Hei as his family. He was not welcomed there any longer.
Luckily, he had a feeling that maybe Mara might overlook that mistake as she explained why she was there...
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It was not that difficult to understand the boy’s desire to avoid this certain corridor. Not if one knew what sort of unanswered questions loomed in this hall.
Rounding the corner, Sutkeh could feel his heart sink in his chest as his eyes landed on the art decorating the hall. This decoration was newer than the others in the palace. That much was clear through the vibrant colors, marking the paint as freshly added, as well as the inscriptions carved into the stone. Elsewhere through the building, the hieroglyphs sang the praises of the long-dead men of the H’Fakhouri. This one though? It depicted the Nadders. His family.
Even now it still felt wrong to say.
Despite Sutekh’s aversion to the scene, he knew it well enough that when his head naturally tried to look away, he could still see the picture as it was burned into his mind. It was a scene of battle. Half the hall was filled with faceless warriors, all expectantly looking to their leader. There was no mistaking who filled this role either. There was only one man that took up the whole height of the wall as he stood proudly in his chariot -- gazing forward to whatever enemy lay waiting at the end of the corridor.
Imopehatsuma. Sutekh’s father.
It still didn’t feel right two months after the grand secret had been revealed. As Sutekh drew closer to the image of the man who had sired him, the Bastard Prince still couldn’t truly wrap his mind around the fact that the former King of Kings, Supreme Ruler of Egypt was his father and not Onuphirious. The other man had been the one that had raised him. It had been the Shiefa Sirdar that had instilled the values of honor, responsibility, and courage into the boy -- not this warrior that Sutekh had only met a few times in his life before he had passed into the afterlife.
The Prince almost wished that he had no memories of Imopehatsuma. It would be so much easier to accept everything if he didn’t have a face to attach to the name that his mother decried as a monster and his sister proclaimed to be a hero. Not knowing made things easier and didn’t bring up questions that came with the memories of the few events that Sutekh had seen his biological father during his youth. Did the pharaoh even know that he had a son? Or did he not care? His mother had said once that she had been friends with the Pharaoh and the Dowager Queen -- what did that mean for what transpired? Sutekh didn’t want to fathom it but was it possible that his mother had been lying when she said that she had not been a willing participant in his advent? If that was so, was his father really the monster that Iaheru made him out to be? Hatshepsut didn’t seem to think so, but she was his trueborn daughter and she had been a child when their father had passed. If he had been a cruel man, surely he wouldn’t have allowed his child to be witness to it. After all, Sutekh was certain that Iahotep followed this principal and he was a man capable of such depravity that the Bastard Prince lived in mortal fear because of him.
Even though Sutekh was staring at the painted image of him, no one had the full picture of who Imopehatsuma was. Truthfully, that scared Sutekh. Not for any reason other than the prince didn’t know what that meant for him. The Bastard Prince had the previous Pharaoh’s blood coursing through his veins. He could be half-warrior as he had seen the man as such when Sutekh had been in the dark of his parentage… or he could be half-monster. He could be capable of the things his mother claimed that his sire had done to her. Or she had been false in her confessions. After all, Iaheru had deceived Sutekh and the rest of his family for twenty-four years. Why should she stop the deceit now?
The boy had the blood of either a monster or a liar.
He didn’t know which curse was worse.
The Prince had dared to hope in the months since he had learned the wicked truth of his bloodline, that the gods had pity on him. Surely, there had to be enough good in his parents to offset whatever evil he had the misfortune to inherit and there was some evidence of this. When he had been in Onuphrious’s favor, Sutekh had been the perfect heir. After all, how many times had the man praised his responsible and courageous nature? Sutekh had been a decent leader during his brief stint in the military. Surely these traits had to count for something? Couldn’t they be signs that he was capable of rising above whatever sin had brought him into this world? Sutekh prayed that they were, but in between every word that was muttered to the gods that ever-present nagging of doubt crept in. His siblings had never been subtle in their dislike of him; calling him pompous or arrogant at every opportunity. He couldn’t deny their jabs either. He was a bit of a prick when it came to upholding the Sheifa honor and never had any qualms about bringing the delinquents to heel. Sutekh was all too familiar with the red-hot anger that burned within him every time he saw Hena or Nia doing something that threatened the family’s honor. He knew that his frustrations were more than excessive.
Could this be the blood of his father coming out to play?
Sutekh didn’t know. Every time he asked himself this question, he felt more like he was interrogating a stranger. His life had been so upended by what had happened that he wasn’t sure who he was anymore -- but others seemed to have some idea of who Sutekh H’Naddar was. Iahotep saw him as a threat. Hatshepsut saw him as a brother. Nenet and the others saw him as a disgrace. Sutekh couldn’t help, but feel that everyone else knew who he was when he had no idea himself. However, there were a few people out there that may not know the answer to that question… or at least Sutekh couldn’t figure that out himself.
As the echo of footsteps entered the hall and the Prince’s gaze was pulled away from his father’s portrait, he was utterly shocked to see the visage of one such person. For a moment, the Bastard Prince tettered between confusion and shock as he regarded the slavegirl that had stumbled across him. However, these emotions were not stirred up by being caught, but instead from seeing her here. In the Evening Star Palace.
She didn’t belong here.
Sutekh was sure to voice his confusion as he quickly stepped forward to greet her with a certain familiarity that he doubted that even his new sister had with any of her servants, “Mara? What are you doing here?” His voice was dripping with disbelief as Sutekh quizzed her, almost as if he still couldn’t fathom that the favored slave of the Sheifa household was in the Palace. Who could really blame him? It was unfathomable on so many different levels ranging from how she had managed to get into the building and, of course, her reasoning for being here in the first place.
Mara had been with the Sheifa family since she was a child. Even though she had never been particularly close with Sutekh, the close nature between her and the women in his natal family mean that the two were not strangers either. It was a weird middle ground where she was a fixture of the household, but there was still some sort of distance between them. However, Sutekh wasn’t going to complain. He had been so desperate for any news from his family that even Mara was a sight for sore eyes. Given that Sutekh knew that it was unlikely that the family would part with the girl, he could take a guess at her reasoning for being here. “Did my -- the Sheifas send you? Do you bear news of how they fare?” He asked eagerly, barely catching how he had almost referred to the noble Hei as his family. He was not welcomed there any longer.
Luckily, he had a feeling that maybe Mara might overlook that mistake as she explained why she was there...
It was not that difficult to understand the boy’s desire to avoid this certain corridor. Not if one knew what sort of unanswered questions loomed in this hall.
Rounding the corner, Sutkeh could feel his heart sink in his chest as his eyes landed on the art decorating the hall. This decoration was newer than the others in the palace. That much was clear through the vibrant colors, marking the paint as freshly added, as well as the inscriptions carved into the stone. Elsewhere through the building, the hieroglyphs sang the praises of the long-dead men of the H’Fakhouri. This one though? It depicted the Nadders. His family.
Even now it still felt wrong to say.
Despite Sutekh’s aversion to the scene, he knew it well enough that when his head naturally tried to look away, he could still see the picture as it was burned into his mind. It was a scene of battle. Half the hall was filled with faceless warriors, all expectantly looking to their leader. There was no mistaking who filled this role either. There was only one man that took up the whole height of the wall as he stood proudly in his chariot -- gazing forward to whatever enemy lay waiting at the end of the corridor.
Imopehatsuma. Sutekh’s father.
It still didn’t feel right two months after the grand secret had been revealed. As Sutekh drew closer to the image of the man who had sired him, the Bastard Prince still couldn’t truly wrap his mind around the fact that the former King of Kings, Supreme Ruler of Egypt was his father and not Onuphirious. The other man had been the one that had raised him. It had been the Shiefa Sirdar that had instilled the values of honor, responsibility, and courage into the boy -- not this warrior that Sutekh had only met a few times in his life before he had passed into the afterlife.
The Prince almost wished that he had no memories of Imopehatsuma. It would be so much easier to accept everything if he didn’t have a face to attach to the name that his mother decried as a monster and his sister proclaimed to be a hero. Not knowing made things easier and didn’t bring up questions that came with the memories of the few events that Sutekh had seen his biological father during his youth. Did the pharaoh even know that he had a son? Or did he not care? His mother had said once that she had been friends with the Pharaoh and the Dowager Queen -- what did that mean for what transpired? Sutekh didn’t want to fathom it but was it possible that his mother had been lying when she said that she had not been a willing participant in his advent? If that was so, was his father really the monster that Iaheru made him out to be? Hatshepsut didn’t seem to think so, but she was his trueborn daughter and she had been a child when their father had passed. If he had been a cruel man, surely he wouldn’t have allowed his child to be witness to it. After all, Sutekh was certain that Iahotep followed this principal and he was a man capable of such depravity that the Bastard Prince lived in mortal fear because of him.
Even though Sutekh was staring at the painted image of him, no one had the full picture of who Imopehatsuma was. Truthfully, that scared Sutekh. Not for any reason other than the prince didn’t know what that meant for him. The Bastard Prince had the previous Pharaoh’s blood coursing through his veins. He could be half-warrior as he had seen the man as such when Sutekh had been in the dark of his parentage… or he could be half-monster. He could be capable of the things his mother claimed that his sire had done to her. Or she had been false in her confessions. After all, Iaheru had deceived Sutekh and the rest of his family for twenty-four years. Why should she stop the deceit now?
The boy had the blood of either a monster or a liar.
He didn’t know which curse was worse.
The Prince had dared to hope in the months since he had learned the wicked truth of his bloodline, that the gods had pity on him. Surely, there had to be enough good in his parents to offset whatever evil he had the misfortune to inherit and there was some evidence of this. When he had been in Onuphrious’s favor, Sutekh had been the perfect heir. After all, how many times had the man praised his responsible and courageous nature? Sutekh had been a decent leader during his brief stint in the military. Surely these traits had to count for something? Couldn’t they be signs that he was capable of rising above whatever sin had brought him into this world? Sutekh prayed that they were, but in between every word that was muttered to the gods that ever-present nagging of doubt crept in. His siblings had never been subtle in their dislike of him; calling him pompous or arrogant at every opportunity. He couldn’t deny their jabs either. He was a bit of a prick when it came to upholding the Sheifa honor and never had any qualms about bringing the delinquents to heel. Sutekh was all too familiar with the red-hot anger that burned within him every time he saw Hena or Nia doing something that threatened the family’s honor. He knew that his frustrations were more than excessive.
Could this be the blood of his father coming out to play?
Sutekh didn’t know. Every time he asked himself this question, he felt more like he was interrogating a stranger. His life had been so upended by what had happened that he wasn’t sure who he was anymore -- but others seemed to have some idea of who Sutekh H’Naddar was. Iahotep saw him as a threat. Hatshepsut saw him as a brother. Nenet and the others saw him as a disgrace. Sutekh couldn’t help, but feel that everyone else knew who he was when he had no idea himself. However, there were a few people out there that may not know the answer to that question… or at least Sutekh couldn’t figure that out himself.
As the echo of footsteps entered the hall and the Prince’s gaze was pulled away from his father’s portrait, he was utterly shocked to see the visage of one such person. For a moment, the Bastard Prince tettered between confusion and shock as he regarded the slavegirl that had stumbled across him. However, these emotions were not stirred up by being caught, but instead from seeing her here. In the Evening Star Palace.
She didn’t belong here.
Sutekh was sure to voice his confusion as he quickly stepped forward to greet her with a certain familiarity that he doubted that even his new sister had with any of her servants, “Mara? What are you doing here?” His voice was dripping with disbelief as Sutekh quizzed her, almost as if he still couldn’t fathom that the favored slave of the Sheifa household was in the Palace. Who could really blame him? It was unfathomable on so many different levels ranging from how she had managed to get into the building and, of course, her reasoning for being here in the first place.
Mara had been with the Sheifa family since she was a child. Even though she had never been particularly close with Sutekh, the close nature between her and the women in his natal family mean that the two were not strangers either. It was a weird middle ground where she was a fixture of the household, but there was still some sort of distance between them. However, Sutekh wasn’t going to complain. He had been so desperate for any news from his family that even Mara was a sight for sore eyes. Given that Sutekh knew that it was unlikely that the family would part with the girl, he could take a guess at her reasoning for being here. “Did my -- the Sheifas send you? Do you bear news of how they fare?” He asked eagerly, barely catching how he had almost referred to the noble Hei as his family. He was not welcomed there any longer.
Luckily, he had a feeling that maybe Mara might overlook that mistake as she explained why she was there...