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Egypt is known for being a hedonistic kingdom. But never does it indulge so heavily than in the Sed Festival. A banquet for the courtly nobles of the kingdom, held within the royal palace, the Sed Festival is a day and night of jubilation and celebration, designed specifically to honour the Pharaoh and his might. Held at irregular but frequent intervals during a king's reign, this is the first Sed that has been hosted by Iahotep. After an afternoon of visiting the temples of the Gods and instructing the populace to pray to the deities for the Pharaoh's long and healthy life and rule, the royal banqueting chamber is opened to the nobility. A tremendous open space of a room, longer than it is wide, the banqueting chamber offers a rectangular, ankle deep pond of clearest water through which the aquamarine and jade tiles beneath can be seen, running the length of the hall. Lily pads dot its surface and around its circumference lie pillows, cushions and open spaces to sit, talk and eat. Servers in scant clothing and sometimes nothing at all, roam around the room, offering trays of refreshment as the people of the courts openly engage in chatter, subterfuge, romance or sexual inclinations, publicly for all to see. And they do it all in the name of the Pharaoh, as declares one noble after another at different points throughout the evening as, when it looks that the Evening Star is growing impatient, a courtier is wise to stand and loudly proclaim thanks and good wishes to the king of kings... if only to allow the debauchery and seductive haven of smells, tastes and engagements to continue long into the night...
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Egypt is known for being a hedonistic kingdom. But never does it indulge so heavily than in the Sed Festival. A banquet for the courtly nobles of the kingdom, held within the royal palace, the Sed Festival is a day and night of jubilation and celebration, designed specifically to honour the Pharaoh and his might. Held at irregular but frequent intervals during a king's reign, this is the first Sed that has been hosted by Iahotep. After an afternoon of visiting the temples of the Gods and instructing the populace to pray to the deities for the Pharaoh's long and healthy life and rule, the royal banqueting chamber is opened to the nobility. A tremendous open space of a room, longer than it is wide, the banqueting chamber offers a rectangular, ankle deep pond of clearest water through which the aquamarine and jade tiles beneath can be seen, running the length of the hall. Lily pads dot its surface and around its circumference lie pillows, cushions and open spaces to sit, talk and eat. Servers in scant clothing and sometimes nothing at all, roam around the room, offering trays of refreshment as the people of the courts openly engage in chatter, subterfuge, romance or sexual inclinations, publicly for all to see. And they do it all in the name of the Pharaoh, as declares one noble after another at different points throughout the evening as, when it looks that the Evening Star is growing impatient, a courtier is wise to stand and loudly proclaim thanks and good wishes to the king of kings... if only to allow the debauchery and seductive haven of smells, tastes and engagements to continue long into the night...
Praise the Evening Star Event - Egypt
Egypt is known for being a hedonistic kingdom. But never does it indulge so heavily than in the Sed Festival. A banquet for the courtly nobles of the kingdom, held within the royal palace, the Sed Festival is a day and night of jubilation and celebration, designed specifically to honour the Pharaoh and his might. Held at irregular but frequent intervals during a king's reign, this is the first Sed that has been hosted by Iahotep. After an afternoon of visiting the temples of the Gods and instructing the populace to pray to the deities for the Pharaoh's long and healthy life and rule, the royal banqueting chamber is opened to the nobility. A tremendous open space of a room, longer than it is wide, the banqueting chamber offers a rectangular, ankle deep pond of clearest water through which the aquamarine and jade tiles beneath can be seen, running the length of the hall. Lily pads dot its surface and around its circumference lie pillows, cushions and open spaces to sit, talk and eat. Servers in scant clothing and sometimes nothing at all, roam around the room, offering trays of refreshment as the people of the courts openly engage in chatter, subterfuge, romance or sexual inclinations, publicly for all to see. And they do it all in the name of the Pharaoh, as declares one noble after another at different points throughout the evening as, when it looks that the Evening Star is growing impatient, a courtier is wise to stand and loudly proclaim thanks and good wishes to the king of kings... if only to allow the debauchery and seductive haven of smells, tastes and engagements to continue long into the night...
Despite the reputation of his people, Narmer had grown beyond enjoying the festivities as they were presented for the evening of indulgence in the Evening Star Palace. Sure, he had his young, hoydenish days where he sowed his wild oats and sought to 'discover himself', but in the recent years, Narmer had settled down ever since he returned to his family and took up the proper mantle as the Head, as he could've done almost twelve years ago. If he had a choice, Narmer would not attend the event, for in his mind, he had better things to do than spend an evening indulging in woman, wine and debauchery, watching others go neck deep in vices.
But he had no choice.
Other's may scoff - how was it a choice, why would he pick something else? But see, others did not understand the situation that Narmer was in. If he wished to have any form of security for his Hei, his attendance was mandatory.
Upon entrance, it was hard for Narmer to miss the resplendant extravagance in which the Evening Star Palace was decked out, an excessive display of wealth that made the young Head gulp. It had been ages since his own Hei had hosted a function of such degree - a fact that had not gone unnoticed by their peers. Not that his brother had ever held excessice parties of debauchery, for Narutt had been surprisingly wholesome for a man brought up in a noble Hei of Egypt. But still, for one House to not have a single function to entertain visitors or even their own province was exceedingly odd, especially when others were beginning to whisper of the wear and tear growing clear of the House.
Determined to turn things around before it got to a point of no return however, Narmer had put on his grandest outfit that he owned. These were outfits he had rarely worn in his years away from Rofah, a me'il that was threaded in gold with the symbol of his Hei woven in was worn over a darker colored simlah, fastened around his waist with a woven golden belt, before allowed to flow down to his ankles.
While he had not purchased any new jewelry in recent years in favor of allowing his nieces, nephew and sister-in-law to make their own purchases, whatever jewelry Narmer wore was precious to him. From the lapis lazuli scarab pendant he wore on thick gold necklace, to the pair of leather armbands he wore on his upper arm, golden charms woven into its very pattern. He also wore two more thicker, golden armbands around his wrist, and a heavier neckpiece that lay over his neckbones, inlaid with emeralds and ground quartz mixed with a colorant to make it look a deep amber.
Feeling entirely out of his depth and skin as he stepped into the hall where the large room was amok with debauchery and laughter, Narmer's smile seemed awkward as he picked up a mug of fermented beer, taking a swig as if the liquid would somehow fortify his courage. His eyes roamed, searching for a familiar face, for it had been too long since Narmer H'Haikaddad had returned to the face of proper society and nobility, and a part of him very much feared the words of others which would be hurled or whispered behind him bag. Despite the heavy bags beneath his eyes, nothing could detract one from the fact that he was of Haikaddad line.
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Despite the reputation of his people, Narmer had grown beyond enjoying the festivities as they were presented for the evening of indulgence in the Evening Star Palace. Sure, he had his young, hoydenish days where he sowed his wild oats and sought to 'discover himself', but in the recent years, Narmer had settled down ever since he returned to his family and took up the proper mantle as the Head, as he could've done almost twelve years ago. If he had a choice, Narmer would not attend the event, for in his mind, he had better things to do than spend an evening indulging in woman, wine and debauchery, watching others go neck deep in vices.
But he had no choice.
Other's may scoff - how was it a choice, why would he pick something else? But see, others did not understand the situation that Narmer was in. If he wished to have any form of security for his Hei, his attendance was mandatory.
Upon entrance, it was hard for Narmer to miss the resplendant extravagance in which the Evening Star Palace was decked out, an excessive display of wealth that made the young Head gulp. It had been ages since his own Hei had hosted a function of such degree - a fact that had not gone unnoticed by their peers. Not that his brother had ever held excessice parties of debauchery, for Narutt had been surprisingly wholesome for a man brought up in a noble Hei of Egypt. But still, for one House to not have a single function to entertain visitors or even their own province was exceedingly odd, especially when others were beginning to whisper of the wear and tear growing clear of the House.
Determined to turn things around before it got to a point of no return however, Narmer had put on his grandest outfit that he owned. These were outfits he had rarely worn in his years away from Rofah, a me'il that was threaded in gold with the symbol of his Hei woven in was worn over a darker colored simlah, fastened around his waist with a woven golden belt, before allowed to flow down to his ankles.
While he had not purchased any new jewelry in recent years in favor of allowing his nieces, nephew and sister-in-law to make their own purchases, whatever jewelry Narmer wore was precious to him. From the lapis lazuli scarab pendant he wore on thick gold necklace, to the pair of leather armbands he wore on his upper arm, golden charms woven into its very pattern. He also wore two more thicker, golden armbands around his wrist, and a heavier neckpiece that lay over his neckbones, inlaid with emeralds and ground quartz mixed with a colorant to make it look a deep amber.
Feeling entirely out of his depth and skin as he stepped into the hall where the large room was amok with debauchery and laughter, Narmer's smile seemed awkward as he picked up a mug of fermented beer, taking a swig as if the liquid would somehow fortify his courage. His eyes roamed, searching for a familiar face, for it had been too long since Narmer H'Haikaddad had returned to the face of proper society and nobility, and a part of him very much feared the words of others which would be hurled or whispered behind him bag. Despite the heavy bags beneath his eyes, nothing could detract one from the fact that he was of Haikaddad line.
Despite the reputation of his people, Narmer had grown beyond enjoying the festivities as they were presented for the evening of indulgence in the Evening Star Palace. Sure, he had his young, hoydenish days where he sowed his wild oats and sought to 'discover himself', but in the recent years, Narmer had settled down ever since he returned to his family and took up the proper mantle as the Head, as he could've done almost twelve years ago. If he had a choice, Narmer would not attend the event, for in his mind, he had better things to do than spend an evening indulging in woman, wine and debauchery, watching others go neck deep in vices.
But he had no choice.
Other's may scoff - how was it a choice, why would he pick something else? But see, others did not understand the situation that Narmer was in. If he wished to have any form of security for his Hei, his attendance was mandatory.
Upon entrance, it was hard for Narmer to miss the resplendant extravagance in which the Evening Star Palace was decked out, an excessive display of wealth that made the young Head gulp. It had been ages since his own Hei had hosted a function of such degree - a fact that had not gone unnoticed by their peers. Not that his brother had ever held excessice parties of debauchery, for Narutt had been surprisingly wholesome for a man brought up in a noble Hei of Egypt. But still, for one House to not have a single function to entertain visitors or even their own province was exceedingly odd, especially when others were beginning to whisper of the wear and tear growing clear of the House.
Determined to turn things around before it got to a point of no return however, Narmer had put on his grandest outfit that he owned. These were outfits he had rarely worn in his years away from Rofah, a me'il that was threaded in gold with the symbol of his Hei woven in was worn over a darker colored simlah, fastened around his waist with a woven golden belt, before allowed to flow down to his ankles.
While he had not purchased any new jewelry in recent years in favor of allowing his nieces, nephew and sister-in-law to make their own purchases, whatever jewelry Narmer wore was precious to him. From the lapis lazuli scarab pendant he wore on thick gold necklace, to the pair of leather armbands he wore on his upper arm, golden charms woven into its very pattern. He also wore two more thicker, golden armbands around his wrist, and a heavier neckpiece that lay over his neckbones, inlaid with emeralds and ground quartz mixed with a colorant to make it look a deep amber.
Feeling entirely out of his depth and skin as he stepped into the hall where the large room was amok with debauchery and laughter, Narmer's smile seemed awkward as he picked up a mug of fermented beer, taking a swig as if the liquid would somehow fortify his courage. His eyes roamed, searching for a familiar face, for it had been too long since Narmer H'Haikaddad had returned to the face of proper society and nobility, and a part of him very much feared the words of others which would be hurled or whispered behind him bag. Despite the heavy bags beneath his eyes, nothing could detract one from the fact that he was of Haikaddad line.
Osorsen was trying not to shake with rage as he was dressed. He’d travelled to Cairo for this event and it had taken all of the self control he had to keep his cool on the boat ride to avoid throwing things into the Nile. Today was the first time he would look them both in the eye after they had betrayed him. One slave had removed his sword from reach but it didn’t stop him from tucking a knife into his belt. He would not go into enemy territory helpless.
Enemy territory. Going into the home of the woman he loved had turned into a battle ground. Where he could win only at her expense. The general kept his expression as controlled as possible as the jewels of his station were draped over him, body already shining with the oils that gave additional definition to his powerful form. Everything about him as he walked into the palace screamed luxury and power, from the gold that adorned him to the lapis inlaid ankh symbol of Moghadam house that hung from his neck. His most recent victories had yet to join the tattoos on his arm, but he wore all of it like the badge of honor, his beard and lack of wig an open defiance to fashion preferences of the court and his eyes darkened with khôl.
Seeing them at the far end of the room brought the rage bubbling back up and it was all he could do to keep himself from storming down and drowning the false king. He didn’t deserve a quick easy death for his betrayal. He would suffer in the end. A cup of wine was pressed into his hand by an unknown source as he glared down the offenders, and he drank deeply before stalking toward a familiar face.
Narmer was a character opposite of himself, but the two of them had a balance between them that had the ability to bring calm and rationale to the fire of war that burned through him. The younger man at his side was somewhat familiar but until recently he hadn’t any reason to know him. Something about bastards and brothers had launched him into a position of more power than he looked ready for, that was all he knew. Osorsen have him a curt nod before turning his attention to Narmer though his eyes remained locked on the royals at the far end of the room, and his voice was a growl.
”This is disgusting. He could be her grandsire.”
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Osorsen was trying not to shake with rage as he was dressed. He’d travelled to Cairo for this event and it had taken all of the self control he had to keep his cool on the boat ride to avoid throwing things into the Nile. Today was the first time he would look them both in the eye after they had betrayed him. One slave had removed his sword from reach but it didn’t stop him from tucking a knife into his belt. He would not go into enemy territory helpless.
Enemy territory. Going into the home of the woman he loved had turned into a battle ground. Where he could win only at her expense. The general kept his expression as controlled as possible as the jewels of his station were draped over him, body already shining with the oils that gave additional definition to his powerful form. Everything about him as he walked into the palace screamed luxury and power, from the gold that adorned him to the lapis inlaid ankh symbol of Moghadam house that hung from his neck. His most recent victories had yet to join the tattoos on his arm, but he wore all of it like the badge of honor, his beard and lack of wig an open defiance to fashion preferences of the court and his eyes darkened with khôl.
Seeing them at the far end of the room brought the rage bubbling back up and it was all he could do to keep himself from storming down and drowning the false king. He didn’t deserve a quick easy death for his betrayal. He would suffer in the end. A cup of wine was pressed into his hand by an unknown source as he glared down the offenders, and he drank deeply before stalking toward a familiar face.
Narmer was a character opposite of himself, but the two of them had a balance between them that had the ability to bring calm and rationale to the fire of war that burned through him. The younger man at his side was somewhat familiar but until recently he hadn’t any reason to know him. Something about bastards and brothers had launched him into a position of more power than he looked ready for, that was all he knew. Osorsen have him a curt nod before turning his attention to Narmer though his eyes remained locked on the royals at the far end of the room, and his voice was a growl.
”This is disgusting. He could be her grandsire.”
Osorsen was trying not to shake with rage as he was dressed. He’d travelled to Cairo for this event and it had taken all of the self control he had to keep his cool on the boat ride to avoid throwing things into the Nile. Today was the first time he would look them both in the eye after they had betrayed him. One slave had removed his sword from reach but it didn’t stop him from tucking a knife into his belt. He would not go into enemy territory helpless.
Enemy territory. Going into the home of the woman he loved had turned into a battle ground. Where he could win only at her expense. The general kept his expression as controlled as possible as the jewels of his station were draped over him, body already shining with the oils that gave additional definition to his powerful form. Everything about him as he walked into the palace screamed luxury and power, from the gold that adorned him to the lapis inlaid ankh symbol of Moghadam house that hung from his neck. His most recent victories had yet to join the tattoos on his arm, but he wore all of it like the badge of honor, his beard and lack of wig an open defiance to fashion preferences of the court and his eyes darkened with khôl.
Seeing them at the far end of the room brought the rage bubbling back up and it was all he could do to keep himself from storming down and drowning the false king. He didn’t deserve a quick easy death for his betrayal. He would suffer in the end. A cup of wine was pressed into his hand by an unknown source as he glared down the offenders, and he drank deeply before stalking toward a familiar face.
Narmer was a character opposite of himself, but the two of them had a balance between them that had the ability to bring calm and rationale to the fire of war that burned through him. The younger man at his side was somewhat familiar but until recently he hadn’t any reason to know him. Something about bastards and brothers had launched him into a position of more power than he looked ready for, that was all he knew. Osorsen have him a curt nod before turning his attention to Narmer though his eyes remained locked on the royals at the far end of the room, and his voice was a growl.
”This is disgusting. He could be her grandsire.”
She was nervous. The Queen was taught everything she needed to know about the event she was about to attend, but there was no training amounted to the anxiety she is feeling right now. Its almost like a silent scream, externally she appears calm and find but, on the inside, she really has no idea what she is doing. The only people who could really know about Hatshepsut’s shyness is her retainer and her mother, because prolong silence means she does not want to engage. Praising the Pharaoh was an honor, something that she should be proud, but there is a little inkling of doubt that keeps gracing her mind. Iahotep is not her ideal choice, but he was the choice of the Council by their connection with the gods. There were so many things going on in Hatshepsut’s head and the best place to slow down her thoughts would be to sit on a bench to look at her large flock of white Ibis. She believes that the Ibis are agents of Thoth and just being in their presence should bring on clarity of some kind. Hatshepsut prays that she would gain clarity before the night is over, but she was unable to visit her haven of knowledge.
The entire time she was getting prepared for the evening’s event, Hatshepsut was silent as she sat in her golden chair. Sameera, the Queen’s retainer, was braiding her hair as Hatshepsut stared straight ahead trying to douse the fires in her own mind. Hatshepsut heard her retainer’s inquiry and she did not want to be rude by ignoring her question, therefore she answered politely, “I believe Set is trying to sabotage my peace by creeping chaos inside of me.” Hatshepsut said as she remained expressionless as Sameera was finishing her hair, though she expected the encouragement from the woman. It was her duty, though overtime Hatshepsut and Sameera created a little bond that made the Queen a little more comfortable to having her around. Once her hair was finished, the only thing left to do was the placement of her solar disk, which appeared as the crown of Hathor.
Hatshepsut’s makeup was already complete, before her hair was done, which made getting ready that much easier. The Queen stood as her crown was brought to her on top of a silk garment that sat it up proudly as it gleamed by the sun’s light. Everyone in Egypt knows that the solar disk is testament many gods of the sun – Aten, Ra, Hathor, Bast, and Sekhmet. It was believed that the disk is a fallen fragment from the embodiment of the sun, and those same gods have placed it upon their crowns creating the first solar disks. The Pharaoh and Queen would sometimes wear mortal made versions of the crowns to mimic the idolism of their gods, therefore they could walk with them in their time of reign. Hatshepsut wears her crown in recognition of all, but she specifically wishes Hathor would place a healing hand on her as she goes through her pregnancy. Hatshepsut looked at her crown for a few seconds, her mind already racing faster than the stars moving across the sky… Eventually the Queen picked up with the solar disk crown and placed it on top of her head and for a moment she found a period of solace.
The garb Hatshepsut happened to choose was grand in appearance as she wore a white kalasiris that was worn tight to the body frame of the young Queen, before a golden Kalasiris that much thinner was thrown on top of her. How the golden kalasiris was weaved it was sheer, though the white complimented the colliding colors. Upon her chest was a piece known as the Passium that was both jeweled with Lapis Lazuli and gold, having the Queen appear richer as well as radiant. Once she was prepared, another maid was sent to the Queen’s quarters to let her known that the Pharaoh was also ready. Hatshepsut looked at Sameera, before nodding that she was ready for what was bound to happen – this is one of her duties as the Queen of Egypt.
Sameera accompanied her for some of the way, before she was unable to stand by her Queen’s side. Once Sameera left her side the Queen grew a little more nervous, though she kept her composure almost clear of uncertainty. The Queen was accompanied by her guard that led her into the room, where she was met with her husband and Pharaoh. Hatshepsut smiled as soon as she saw him, who also returned a short smile, before returning to speak with his adviser. Hatshepsut kept trying to get his attention, though her own attention was broken by her mother who led her to her husband’s side. Together they entered the room of the event, she could smell the wonderful essences, before eyes glanced at the Queen and gasps of adoration filled the air.
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She was nervous. The Queen was taught everything she needed to know about the event she was about to attend, but there was no training amounted to the anxiety she is feeling right now. Its almost like a silent scream, externally she appears calm and find but, on the inside, she really has no idea what she is doing. The only people who could really know about Hatshepsut’s shyness is her retainer and her mother, because prolong silence means she does not want to engage. Praising the Pharaoh was an honor, something that she should be proud, but there is a little inkling of doubt that keeps gracing her mind. Iahotep is not her ideal choice, but he was the choice of the Council by their connection with the gods. There were so many things going on in Hatshepsut’s head and the best place to slow down her thoughts would be to sit on a bench to look at her large flock of white Ibis. She believes that the Ibis are agents of Thoth and just being in their presence should bring on clarity of some kind. Hatshepsut prays that she would gain clarity before the night is over, but she was unable to visit her haven of knowledge.
The entire time she was getting prepared for the evening’s event, Hatshepsut was silent as she sat in her golden chair. Sameera, the Queen’s retainer, was braiding her hair as Hatshepsut stared straight ahead trying to douse the fires in her own mind. Hatshepsut heard her retainer’s inquiry and she did not want to be rude by ignoring her question, therefore she answered politely, “I believe Set is trying to sabotage my peace by creeping chaos inside of me.” Hatshepsut said as she remained expressionless as Sameera was finishing her hair, though she expected the encouragement from the woman. It was her duty, though overtime Hatshepsut and Sameera created a little bond that made the Queen a little more comfortable to having her around. Once her hair was finished, the only thing left to do was the placement of her solar disk, which appeared as the crown of Hathor.
Hatshepsut’s makeup was already complete, before her hair was done, which made getting ready that much easier. The Queen stood as her crown was brought to her on top of a silk garment that sat it up proudly as it gleamed by the sun’s light. Everyone in Egypt knows that the solar disk is testament many gods of the sun – Aten, Ra, Hathor, Bast, and Sekhmet. It was believed that the disk is a fallen fragment from the embodiment of the sun, and those same gods have placed it upon their crowns creating the first solar disks. The Pharaoh and Queen would sometimes wear mortal made versions of the crowns to mimic the idolism of their gods, therefore they could walk with them in their time of reign. Hatshepsut wears her crown in recognition of all, but she specifically wishes Hathor would place a healing hand on her as she goes through her pregnancy. Hatshepsut looked at her crown for a few seconds, her mind already racing faster than the stars moving across the sky… Eventually the Queen picked up with the solar disk crown and placed it on top of her head and for a moment she found a period of solace.
The garb Hatshepsut happened to choose was grand in appearance as she wore a white kalasiris that was worn tight to the body frame of the young Queen, before a golden Kalasiris that much thinner was thrown on top of her. How the golden kalasiris was weaved it was sheer, though the white complimented the colliding colors. Upon her chest was a piece known as the Passium that was both jeweled with Lapis Lazuli and gold, having the Queen appear richer as well as radiant. Once she was prepared, another maid was sent to the Queen’s quarters to let her known that the Pharaoh was also ready. Hatshepsut looked at Sameera, before nodding that she was ready for what was bound to happen – this is one of her duties as the Queen of Egypt.
Sameera accompanied her for some of the way, before she was unable to stand by her Queen’s side. Once Sameera left her side the Queen grew a little more nervous, though she kept her composure almost clear of uncertainty. The Queen was accompanied by her guard that led her into the room, where she was met with her husband and Pharaoh. Hatshepsut smiled as soon as she saw him, who also returned a short smile, before returning to speak with his adviser. Hatshepsut kept trying to get his attention, though her own attention was broken by her mother who led her to her husband’s side. Together they entered the room of the event, she could smell the wonderful essences, before eyes glanced at the Queen and gasps of adoration filled the air.
She was nervous. The Queen was taught everything she needed to know about the event she was about to attend, but there was no training amounted to the anxiety she is feeling right now. Its almost like a silent scream, externally she appears calm and find but, on the inside, she really has no idea what she is doing. The only people who could really know about Hatshepsut’s shyness is her retainer and her mother, because prolong silence means she does not want to engage. Praising the Pharaoh was an honor, something that she should be proud, but there is a little inkling of doubt that keeps gracing her mind. Iahotep is not her ideal choice, but he was the choice of the Council by their connection with the gods. There were so many things going on in Hatshepsut’s head and the best place to slow down her thoughts would be to sit on a bench to look at her large flock of white Ibis. She believes that the Ibis are agents of Thoth and just being in their presence should bring on clarity of some kind. Hatshepsut prays that she would gain clarity before the night is over, but she was unable to visit her haven of knowledge.
The entire time she was getting prepared for the evening’s event, Hatshepsut was silent as she sat in her golden chair. Sameera, the Queen’s retainer, was braiding her hair as Hatshepsut stared straight ahead trying to douse the fires in her own mind. Hatshepsut heard her retainer’s inquiry and she did not want to be rude by ignoring her question, therefore she answered politely, “I believe Set is trying to sabotage my peace by creeping chaos inside of me.” Hatshepsut said as she remained expressionless as Sameera was finishing her hair, though she expected the encouragement from the woman. It was her duty, though overtime Hatshepsut and Sameera created a little bond that made the Queen a little more comfortable to having her around. Once her hair was finished, the only thing left to do was the placement of her solar disk, which appeared as the crown of Hathor.
Hatshepsut’s makeup was already complete, before her hair was done, which made getting ready that much easier. The Queen stood as her crown was brought to her on top of a silk garment that sat it up proudly as it gleamed by the sun’s light. Everyone in Egypt knows that the solar disk is testament many gods of the sun – Aten, Ra, Hathor, Bast, and Sekhmet. It was believed that the disk is a fallen fragment from the embodiment of the sun, and those same gods have placed it upon their crowns creating the first solar disks. The Pharaoh and Queen would sometimes wear mortal made versions of the crowns to mimic the idolism of their gods, therefore they could walk with them in their time of reign. Hatshepsut wears her crown in recognition of all, but she specifically wishes Hathor would place a healing hand on her as she goes through her pregnancy. Hatshepsut looked at her crown for a few seconds, her mind already racing faster than the stars moving across the sky… Eventually the Queen picked up with the solar disk crown and placed it on top of her head and for a moment she found a period of solace.
The garb Hatshepsut happened to choose was grand in appearance as she wore a white kalasiris that was worn tight to the body frame of the young Queen, before a golden Kalasiris that much thinner was thrown on top of her. How the golden kalasiris was weaved it was sheer, though the white complimented the colliding colors. Upon her chest was a piece known as the Passium that was both jeweled with Lapis Lazuli and gold, having the Queen appear richer as well as radiant. Once she was prepared, another maid was sent to the Queen’s quarters to let her known that the Pharaoh was also ready. Hatshepsut looked at Sameera, before nodding that she was ready for what was bound to happen – this is one of her duties as the Queen of Egypt.
Sameera accompanied her for some of the way, before she was unable to stand by her Queen’s side. Once Sameera left her side the Queen grew a little more nervous, though she kept her composure almost clear of uncertainty. The Queen was accompanied by her guard that led her into the room, where she was met with her husband and Pharaoh. Hatshepsut smiled as soon as she saw him, who also returned a short smile, before returning to speak with his adviser. Hatshepsut kept trying to get his attention, though her own attention was broken by her mother who led her to her husband’s side. Together they entered the room of the event, she could smell the wonderful essences, before eyes glanced at the Queen and gasps of adoration filled the air.
Nehesi made his way slowly forward. He was ambling deliberately, a sort of obfuscation of the pace he could achieve. That made his approach to the main crowds that much longer, offering ample opportunity to understand the dynamics. The room had already erupted into applause at the entrance of the Queen and her attendants. The young woman looked spectacular. As did, for that matter, their surroundings. There were long, billowing drapes in sharp indigo and brilliant crimson hung from the ceiling. Polished faience vessels swished filled to the brim with wine. So many nobles in the room that it seemed to kaleidoscope with glimmering gold and jewels like one living, breathing work of art. It was, after a fashion. The tapestry upon which His Majesty the Pharaoh painted. Another testament to his great.
In that sense, the sed festival had already achieve its purpose. The power and glory of their leader was reaffirmed. An important mark for someone who had not long prior been an inspiring general. But still Nehesi had not quite arrived. Looking on, there were signs of other things. Off to one corner, for instance, Osorsen huddled with a few other nobles. They were definitely if not intentionally a group apart. Curious he didn't stand closer to a man that had such a closely-linked political career. Which way had the connection run? And which way the slight? Perhaps he was over-reading the situation. He needed tone, expression, context. More details than might be available in the middle of the festivities. Still it was interesting enough that he aimed himself that way.
The real test of the new regime was not here. This was the show before mankind. All the Heis would approve. But nothing would be settled until the inundations. Would the crops grow rich and verdant? Would the storehouses overflow? Did the Pharaoh stand amongst the pantheon, able to hold their ear? Somewhere, all those questions were likely bubbling in the air. A thousand anxieties at the change of dynasty, unsettled until the moment it wasn't. If only he moved slowly enough, Nehesi was sure he might hear them all. Alas, he was finally coming up to the group he had been approaching.
"Worthies," he called. "A grand night, is it not? The fruit of all our armies' victories."
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Nehesi made his way slowly forward. He was ambling deliberately, a sort of obfuscation of the pace he could achieve. That made his approach to the main crowds that much longer, offering ample opportunity to understand the dynamics. The room had already erupted into applause at the entrance of the Queen and her attendants. The young woman looked spectacular. As did, for that matter, their surroundings. There were long, billowing drapes in sharp indigo and brilliant crimson hung from the ceiling. Polished faience vessels swished filled to the brim with wine. So many nobles in the room that it seemed to kaleidoscope with glimmering gold and jewels like one living, breathing work of art. It was, after a fashion. The tapestry upon which His Majesty the Pharaoh painted. Another testament to his great.
In that sense, the sed festival had already achieve its purpose. The power and glory of their leader was reaffirmed. An important mark for someone who had not long prior been an inspiring general. But still Nehesi had not quite arrived. Looking on, there were signs of other things. Off to one corner, for instance, Osorsen huddled with a few other nobles. They were definitely if not intentionally a group apart. Curious he didn't stand closer to a man that had such a closely-linked political career. Which way had the connection run? And which way the slight? Perhaps he was over-reading the situation. He needed tone, expression, context. More details than might be available in the middle of the festivities. Still it was interesting enough that he aimed himself that way.
The real test of the new regime was not here. This was the show before mankind. All the Heis would approve. But nothing would be settled until the inundations. Would the crops grow rich and verdant? Would the storehouses overflow? Did the Pharaoh stand amongst the pantheon, able to hold their ear? Somewhere, all those questions were likely bubbling in the air. A thousand anxieties at the change of dynasty, unsettled until the moment it wasn't. If only he moved slowly enough, Nehesi was sure he might hear them all. Alas, he was finally coming up to the group he had been approaching.
"Worthies," he called. "A grand night, is it not? The fruit of all our armies' victories."
Nehesi made his way slowly forward. He was ambling deliberately, a sort of obfuscation of the pace he could achieve. That made his approach to the main crowds that much longer, offering ample opportunity to understand the dynamics. The room had already erupted into applause at the entrance of the Queen and her attendants. The young woman looked spectacular. As did, for that matter, their surroundings. There were long, billowing drapes in sharp indigo and brilliant crimson hung from the ceiling. Polished faience vessels swished filled to the brim with wine. So many nobles in the room that it seemed to kaleidoscope with glimmering gold and jewels like one living, breathing work of art. It was, after a fashion. The tapestry upon which His Majesty the Pharaoh painted. Another testament to his great.
In that sense, the sed festival had already achieve its purpose. The power and glory of their leader was reaffirmed. An important mark for someone who had not long prior been an inspiring general. But still Nehesi had not quite arrived. Looking on, there were signs of other things. Off to one corner, for instance, Osorsen huddled with a few other nobles. They were definitely if not intentionally a group apart. Curious he didn't stand closer to a man that had such a closely-linked political career. Which way had the connection run? And which way the slight? Perhaps he was over-reading the situation. He needed tone, expression, context. More details than might be available in the middle of the festivities. Still it was interesting enough that he aimed himself that way.
The real test of the new regime was not here. This was the show before mankind. All the Heis would approve. But nothing would be settled until the inundations. Would the crops grow rich and verdant? Would the storehouses overflow? Did the Pharaoh stand amongst the pantheon, able to hold their ear? Somewhere, all those questions were likely bubbling in the air. A thousand anxieties at the change of dynasty, unsettled until the moment it wasn't. If only he moved slowly enough, Nehesi was sure he might hear them all. Alas, he was finally coming up to the group he had been approaching.
"Worthies," he called. "A grand night, is it not? The fruit of all our armies' victories."
The approach of one he faintly remembered as an offspring of the Hei Sheifa had Narmer quickly collecting his wits as he combed his memory to remember all he could. His recent return to circles of nobility meant that Narmer still had some difficulty all the details he should know as a Head, but the complicated matters of Hei Sheifa and their question of inheritence being brought to light lately had Narmer scrambling even more to remember the messy details of Akhenaten and his older brother, and how Sutekh of previous Sheifa descendent, has now been admitted as the Queen's half-brother and resides within the Palace.
Yet despite the race in his head, the bronze skinned male managed a lopsided smile, as he nodded to the younger male. "Only the finest served to us by the Pharoah and his family, as always." he murmured, giving a respectful nod as the younger male approached. "I have been well, as is my family. I believe my nieces are somewhere around, so I do have to go and seek for them soon. And you, my Lord?" he murmured.
Before Akhenaten could reply however, the blustering figure of Osorsen had arrived. It was usual, the way the fierce and brash general would eclipse anyone else with his tall stature and overwhelming personality - especially when he was angry.
And Narmer knew he was.
It wasn't hard to point out, when he's known Osorsen for the better part of his last five years. Knowing of his friend's obsession with the Queen and their past, Narmer sighed and patted his friend's forearm with a slight warning in his tone. "Have care, friend. Do not let them see your anger. We do not wish Iahotep to know. Tis a public function." Narmer responded, before trying to draw the male's attention to their companion, also as a way of cautioning Osorsen that others were listening. "I was just chatting with Lord Akhenaten." The pleasant smile returned to his face, just as another joined their group.
Narmer's smile deepened when he recognized Nehesi. At least a familiar face, if not overly familiar. Nehesi had been sponsored by his brother and sister-in-law, and he knew Na'meah held her fellow tribemember in great esteem. A part of Narmer harbored some contention for Nehesi had failed in assisting Na'meah, and in a way Narmer, couldn't help but wonder if Nehesi had played a part in the doom happening within the coffers of the Haikaddad family. But trained in the noble ways, he knew better then to voice such concerns, and as such made space for the Bedoan born member. "Nehesi, tis wonderful to see you here as part of us. And it is a grand night indeed, especially as the Pharoah graces us with his presence. Have you partook in any of the grandeur the Supreme King and Her Evening Radiance graces us with today?"
His gaze flicked to Osorsen for a bit - he knew his friend harbored a great deal of contention to Iahotep, but Narmer hoped his friend would not let it slip, as the male turned to Akhenaten again. "I do hope all is well with your Hei, Lord Akhenaten? It has been awhile since we last could gather together in such a festival."
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The approach of one he faintly remembered as an offspring of the Hei Sheifa had Narmer quickly collecting his wits as he combed his memory to remember all he could. His recent return to circles of nobility meant that Narmer still had some difficulty all the details he should know as a Head, but the complicated matters of Hei Sheifa and their question of inheritence being brought to light lately had Narmer scrambling even more to remember the messy details of Akhenaten and his older brother, and how Sutekh of previous Sheifa descendent, has now been admitted as the Queen's half-brother and resides within the Palace.
Yet despite the race in his head, the bronze skinned male managed a lopsided smile, as he nodded to the younger male. "Only the finest served to us by the Pharoah and his family, as always." he murmured, giving a respectful nod as the younger male approached. "I have been well, as is my family. I believe my nieces are somewhere around, so I do have to go and seek for them soon. And you, my Lord?" he murmured.
Before Akhenaten could reply however, the blustering figure of Osorsen had arrived. It was usual, the way the fierce and brash general would eclipse anyone else with his tall stature and overwhelming personality - especially when he was angry.
And Narmer knew he was.
It wasn't hard to point out, when he's known Osorsen for the better part of his last five years. Knowing of his friend's obsession with the Queen and their past, Narmer sighed and patted his friend's forearm with a slight warning in his tone. "Have care, friend. Do not let them see your anger. We do not wish Iahotep to know. Tis a public function." Narmer responded, before trying to draw the male's attention to their companion, also as a way of cautioning Osorsen that others were listening. "I was just chatting with Lord Akhenaten." The pleasant smile returned to his face, just as another joined their group.
Narmer's smile deepened when he recognized Nehesi. At least a familiar face, if not overly familiar. Nehesi had been sponsored by his brother and sister-in-law, and he knew Na'meah held her fellow tribemember in great esteem. A part of Narmer harbored some contention for Nehesi had failed in assisting Na'meah, and in a way Narmer, couldn't help but wonder if Nehesi had played a part in the doom happening within the coffers of the Haikaddad family. But trained in the noble ways, he knew better then to voice such concerns, and as such made space for the Bedoan born member. "Nehesi, tis wonderful to see you here as part of us. And it is a grand night indeed, especially as the Pharoah graces us with his presence. Have you partook in any of the grandeur the Supreme King and Her Evening Radiance graces us with today?"
His gaze flicked to Osorsen for a bit - he knew his friend harbored a great deal of contention to Iahotep, but Narmer hoped his friend would not let it slip, as the male turned to Akhenaten again. "I do hope all is well with your Hei, Lord Akhenaten? It has been awhile since we last could gather together in such a festival."
The approach of one he faintly remembered as an offspring of the Hei Sheifa had Narmer quickly collecting his wits as he combed his memory to remember all he could. His recent return to circles of nobility meant that Narmer still had some difficulty all the details he should know as a Head, but the complicated matters of Hei Sheifa and their question of inheritence being brought to light lately had Narmer scrambling even more to remember the messy details of Akhenaten and his older brother, and how Sutekh of previous Sheifa descendent, has now been admitted as the Queen's half-brother and resides within the Palace.
Yet despite the race in his head, the bronze skinned male managed a lopsided smile, as he nodded to the younger male. "Only the finest served to us by the Pharoah and his family, as always." he murmured, giving a respectful nod as the younger male approached. "I have been well, as is my family. I believe my nieces are somewhere around, so I do have to go and seek for them soon. And you, my Lord?" he murmured.
Before Akhenaten could reply however, the blustering figure of Osorsen had arrived. It was usual, the way the fierce and brash general would eclipse anyone else with his tall stature and overwhelming personality - especially when he was angry.
And Narmer knew he was.
It wasn't hard to point out, when he's known Osorsen for the better part of his last five years. Knowing of his friend's obsession with the Queen and their past, Narmer sighed and patted his friend's forearm with a slight warning in his tone. "Have care, friend. Do not let them see your anger. We do not wish Iahotep to know. Tis a public function." Narmer responded, before trying to draw the male's attention to their companion, also as a way of cautioning Osorsen that others were listening. "I was just chatting with Lord Akhenaten." The pleasant smile returned to his face, just as another joined their group.
Narmer's smile deepened when he recognized Nehesi. At least a familiar face, if not overly familiar. Nehesi had been sponsored by his brother and sister-in-law, and he knew Na'meah held her fellow tribemember in great esteem. A part of Narmer harbored some contention for Nehesi had failed in assisting Na'meah, and in a way Narmer, couldn't help but wonder if Nehesi had played a part in the doom happening within the coffers of the Haikaddad family. But trained in the noble ways, he knew better then to voice such concerns, and as such made space for the Bedoan born member. "Nehesi, tis wonderful to see you here as part of us. And it is a grand night indeed, especially as the Pharoah graces us with his presence. Have you partook in any of the grandeur the Supreme King and Her Evening Radiance graces us with today?"
His gaze flicked to Osorsen for a bit - he knew his friend harbored a great deal of contention to Iahotep, but Narmer hoped his friend would not let it slip, as the male turned to Akhenaten again. "I do hope all is well with your Hei, Lord Akhenaten? It has been awhile since we last could gather together in such a festival."
All the Hathor priestesses had been invited to give tokens to the Pharaoh, and Nafretiri was in awe of the lovely and sometimes intricate designs in the palace furniture and on the rugs. This was her first Sed festival as a fully initiated priestess instead of an acolyte. But now that she remembered, last year she had stayed in the temple with Aneksi and had left her token with someone else. Now, feeling a little more at ease within society, it was time for her to make an appearance at the palace.
She wasn't thrilled to be without a protective escort. Although she feared certain types of men, she feared traveling without any protection more. Her fear would have been heightened if Aneksi had been in tow, but although her daughter was being cared for by a couple of the young acolytes, it didn't mean the fear went away entirely. She'd named her daughter Aneksi- She belongs to me- for a reason. She was all she had here.
As the line of priestesses moved forward, Nafretiri watched the girl in front of her present a beautiful and somewhat heavy bottle, meant to hold ointments or perfumes. And then it was her turn to present her gift.
"Fine pomegranates, Your Majesty."
Even here, she could not help herself and blushed. In Judea as well as in Egypt, pomegranates were considered an aphrodisiac. While in some respects she was learning new ways to please men, she would always know what the first thing men often thought of was.
No wonder that part of the male anatomy was called, in common speech, a member.They did seem to have minds of their own....
Well, enough of that thought process. She was going to get a little food before she had to leave to nurse Aneksi again. Her daughter was only two, so she still had another year to go before weaning.
She was heading toward a banquet table while simultaneously examining the stunning design of an ebony wood chair when she realized what the man and woman nearby were doing on that chair. What was more, the woman looked to be enjoying it, even though it was happening right in public, which Nafretiri with her Jewish upbringing found more than a little shocking. It was one thing for the couples who made love in front of the Hathor statue because they were having trouble conceiving a child. But to do it at any old place, especially the king's very palace?
Nafretiri's eyes rounded in fright, though she tried to keep her breathing even and not panic. But now she just wanted to leave, even though Aneksi would have very little milk if she didn't eat first.
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All the Hathor priestesses had been invited to give tokens to the Pharaoh, and Nafretiri was in awe of the lovely and sometimes intricate designs in the palace furniture and on the rugs. This was her first Sed festival as a fully initiated priestess instead of an acolyte. But now that she remembered, last year she had stayed in the temple with Aneksi and had left her token with someone else. Now, feeling a little more at ease within society, it was time for her to make an appearance at the palace.
She wasn't thrilled to be without a protective escort. Although she feared certain types of men, she feared traveling without any protection more. Her fear would have been heightened if Aneksi had been in tow, but although her daughter was being cared for by a couple of the young acolytes, it didn't mean the fear went away entirely. She'd named her daughter Aneksi- She belongs to me- for a reason. She was all she had here.
As the line of priestesses moved forward, Nafretiri watched the girl in front of her present a beautiful and somewhat heavy bottle, meant to hold ointments or perfumes. And then it was her turn to present her gift.
"Fine pomegranates, Your Majesty."
Even here, she could not help herself and blushed. In Judea as well as in Egypt, pomegranates were considered an aphrodisiac. While in some respects she was learning new ways to please men, she would always know what the first thing men often thought of was.
No wonder that part of the male anatomy was called, in common speech, a member.They did seem to have minds of their own....
Well, enough of that thought process. She was going to get a little food before she had to leave to nurse Aneksi again. Her daughter was only two, so she still had another year to go before weaning.
She was heading toward a banquet table while simultaneously examining the stunning design of an ebony wood chair when she realized what the man and woman nearby were doing on that chair. What was more, the woman looked to be enjoying it, even though it was happening right in public, which Nafretiri with her Jewish upbringing found more than a little shocking. It was one thing for the couples who made love in front of the Hathor statue because they were having trouble conceiving a child. But to do it at any old place, especially the king's very palace?
Nafretiri's eyes rounded in fright, though she tried to keep her breathing even and not panic. But now she just wanted to leave, even though Aneksi would have very little milk if she didn't eat first.
All the Hathor priestesses had been invited to give tokens to the Pharaoh, and Nafretiri was in awe of the lovely and sometimes intricate designs in the palace furniture and on the rugs. This was her first Sed festival as a fully initiated priestess instead of an acolyte. But now that she remembered, last year she had stayed in the temple with Aneksi and had left her token with someone else. Now, feeling a little more at ease within society, it was time for her to make an appearance at the palace.
She wasn't thrilled to be without a protective escort. Although she feared certain types of men, she feared traveling without any protection more. Her fear would have been heightened if Aneksi had been in tow, but although her daughter was being cared for by a couple of the young acolytes, it didn't mean the fear went away entirely. She'd named her daughter Aneksi- She belongs to me- for a reason. She was all she had here.
As the line of priestesses moved forward, Nafretiri watched the girl in front of her present a beautiful and somewhat heavy bottle, meant to hold ointments or perfumes. And then it was her turn to present her gift.
"Fine pomegranates, Your Majesty."
Even here, she could not help herself and blushed. In Judea as well as in Egypt, pomegranates were considered an aphrodisiac. While in some respects she was learning new ways to please men, she would always know what the first thing men often thought of was.
No wonder that part of the male anatomy was called, in common speech, a member.They did seem to have minds of their own....
Well, enough of that thought process. She was going to get a little food before she had to leave to nurse Aneksi again. Her daughter was only two, so she still had another year to go before weaning.
She was heading toward a banquet table while simultaneously examining the stunning design of an ebony wood chair when she realized what the man and woman nearby were doing on that chair. What was more, the woman looked to be enjoying it, even though it was happening right in public, which Nafretiri with her Jewish upbringing found more than a little shocking. It was one thing for the couples who made love in front of the Hathor statue because they were having trouble conceiving a child. But to do it at any old place, especially the king's very palace?
Nafretiri's eyes rounded in fright, though she tried to keep her breathing even and not panic. But now she just wanted to leave, even though Aneksi would have very little milk if she didn't eat first.
A low growl of anger was all he could manage as Narmer gripped his arm. The younger man was right and he knew it well, but knowing something and feeling something were entirely different things. The knives on his person could easily drive into the Pharaoh's heart now as ever, and who would stop him? Would any of them truly prefer the guidance of this old man over his own? He owed the dowager queen many sharp words for that, and the woman who had sworn to love him well, she was a matter all her own.
"Yet."
Decked in such finery, Hatshepsut looked every inch a queen, a goddess on earth sent to rule as he had always known she would be. There was a mixture of feelings stirring in him that he didn't want to bother analyzing. None of them would come to any good and he tore his gaze from the chairs at the head of the hall, turning instead to the other men who had begun to gather with them. Giving Akhenaten another look both he and Nehesi got curt nods as they gathered, though the straight line of his mouth and tense set of his jaw no doubt gave away some of what he was just barely trying to hide.
"My lords. If you will excuse me." Osorsen excused himself from the conversation as rapidly as he had joined it, eyes fixed on the thrones once again as he moved through the crowd, most parting before him to avoid getting in his way except for one woman who seemed frozen in place. Irritated by the obstacle in his way, he followed her gaze to the couple on the chair and sighed, gripping her shoulders and making to shove her back into motion again. Perhaps she'd been stuck by the sight, or some other reason but there was no need for staring in such a manner and getting in his way however unintentionally.
"Staring is rude. Best to move on and find your own if that's what you're after."
It wasn't until after he looked at her to speak that he properly took in the sight of her. She was beautiful in her own right, and had a sort of look that didn't quite fit in with the other faces in the room. Perhaps one of the slaves from far off, or based on her dress one of the various priestesses or concubines of another Hei. In any case, she'd had a point in her motion as much as she had in her halt and with a sigh Oso gestured for her pick a direction since he had already been derailed. Without knowing she had likely accidentally stopped a tragedy.
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A low growl of anger was all he could manage as Narmer gripped his arm. The younger man was right and he knew it well, but knowing something and feeling something were entirely different things. The knives on his person could easily drive into the Pharaoh's heart now as ever, and who would stop him? Would any of them truly prefer the guidance of this old man over his own? He owed the dowager queen many sharp words for that, and the woman who had sworn to love him well, she was a matter all her own.
"Yet."
Decked in such finery, Hatshepsut looked every inch a queen, a goddess on earth sent to rule as he had always known she would be. There was a mixture of feelings stirring in him that he didn't want to bother analyzing. None of them would come to any good and he tore his gaze from the chairs at the head of the hall, turning instead to the other men who had begun to gather with them. Giving Akhenaten another look both he and Nehesi got curt nods as they gathered, though the straight line of his mouth and tense set of his jaw no doubt gave away some of what he was just barely trying to hide.
"My lords. If you will excuse me." Osorsen excused himself from the conversation as rapidly as he had joined it, eyes fixed on the thrones once again as he moved through the crowd, most parting before him to avoid getting in his way except for one woman who seemed frozen in place. Irritated by the obstacle in his way, he followed her gaze to the couple on the chair and sighed, gripping her shoulders and making to shove her back into motion again. Perhaps she'd been stuck by the sight, or some other reason but there was no need for staring in such a manner and getting in his way however unintentionally.
"Staring is rude. Best to move on and find your own if that's what you're after."
It wasn't until after he looked at her to speak that he properly took in the sight of her. She was beautiful in her own right, and had a sort of look that didn't quite fit in with the other faces in the room. Perhaps one of the slaves from far off, or based on her dress one of the various priestesses or concubines of another Hei. In any case, she'd had a point in her motion as much as she had in her halt and with a sigh Oso gestured for her pick a direction since he had already been derailed. Without knowing she had likely accidentally stopped a tragedy.
A low growl of anger was all he could manage as Narmer gripped his arm. The younger man was right and he knew it well, but knowing something and feeling something were entirely different things. The knives on his person could easily drive into the Pharaoh's heart now as ever, and who would stop him? Would any of them truly prefer the guidance of this old man over his own? He owed the dowager queen many sharp words for that, and the woman who had sworn to love him well, she was a matter all her own.
"Yet."
Decked in such finery, Hatshepsut looked every inch a queen, a goddess on earth sent to rule as he had always known she would be. There was a mixture of feelings stirring in him that he didn't want to bother analyzing. None of them would come to any good and he tore his gaze from the chairs at the head of the hall, turning instead to the other men who had begun to gather with them. Giving Akhenaten another look both he and Nehesi got curt nods as they gathered, though the straight line of his mouth and tense set of his jaw no doubt gave away some of what he was just barely trying to hide.
"My lords. If you will excuse me." Osorsen excused himself from the conversation as rapidly as he had joined it, eyes fixed on the thrones once again as he moved through the crowd, most parting before him to avoid getting in his way except for one woman who seemed frozen in place. Irritated by the obstacle in his way, he followed her gaze to the couple on the chair and sighed, gripping her shoulders and making to shove her back into motion again. Perhaps she'd been stuck by the sight, or some other reason but there was no need for staring in such a manner and getting in his way however unintentionally.
"Staring is rude. Best to move on and find your own if that's what you're after."
It wasn't until after he looked at her to speak that he properly took in the sight of her. She was beautiful in her own right, and had a sort of look that didn't quite fit in with the other faces in the room. Perhaps one of the slaves from far off, or based on her dress one of the various priestesses or concubines of another Hei. In any case, she'd had a point in her motion as much as she had in her halt and with a sigh Oso gestured for her pick a direction since he had already been derailed. Without knowing she had likely accidentally stopped a tragedy.
A thousand emotions swirled through her brain as she stared at the couple, but after the shock had numbed, the two most powerful were jealousy and grief. It struck Nafretiri that there was possibly another explanation for orgies other than the obvious. How dare they? How dare they flaunt their enjoyment and pleasure so? Not everybody got to experience pleasure with...that activity, and she was living proof. While she was still too stunned to say much, if she could, she'd have rounded on them. You two make me want what I may not ever have. This is just another reminder. I hate you! She felt tears welling in her eyes, and she kept them back just long enough to think of where she wanted to go next.
Right. Food.
But as she tried, in vain, to put one foot in front of the other, she suddenly felt her shoulders being gripped, and despite herself, she let out a little yelp. Her body was now in fight or flight mode poised to spring at him, and she'd probably have smacked the man if he hadn't been three inches taller than she was. In the face of this realization, she felt totally helpless, and her perceived helplessness made her angry at herself.
Again.
But though she felt she could do nothing physically, she could at least try to sound subservient. That might at least save her from feeling like she was trapped, and maybe it would keep him from yelling at her some more. Or at least she perceived it as yelling.
"Um...it was a pretty chair. I wanted a closer look at the design. And then...I saw." Privately, she thought it was almost a shame something so expensive was being used for this. However would it be clean again? But she wondered if that might be saying something against Pharaoh and his wealth, so she kept her mouth shut. And she hadn't meant to stare, precisely, it was only...everything. Including the fact that as far as she was aware, sex was more private back home in Judea.
But she couldn't tell him any more of her thoughts- although she ached at times to tell someone about her jealousy and grief concerning this issue. It would be too embarrassing, and she didn't know him, and he'd made her feel trapped and everything was wrong! Why was everything always so wrong? Why was it never the right time for her to heal?
She was either going to have a panic attack or burst into tears, and the gods alone knew which.
And so it goes, and so it goes. and you're the only one who knows, Nafretiri said to Hathor in her thoughts.
"Yes, well... I think I'll have some food first." She made her way toward the tables of food again, although how anyone could eat after watching what she just had was something she truly didn't know.
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A thousand emotions swirled through her brain as she stared at the couple, but after the shock had numbed, the two most powerful were jealousy and grief. It struck Nafretiri that there was possibly another explanation for orgies other than the obvious. How dare they? How dare they flaunt their enjoyment and pleasure so? Not everybody got to experience pleasure with...that activity, and she was living proof. While she was still too stunned to say much, if she could, she'd have rounded on them. You two make me want what I may not ever have. This is just another reminder. I hate you! She felt tears welling in her eyes, and she kept them back just long enough to think of where she wanted to go next.
Right. Food.
But as she tried, in vain, to put one foot in front of the other, she suddenly felt her shoulders being gripped, and despite herself, she let out a little yelp. Her body was now in fight or flight mode poised to spring at him, and she'd probably have smacked the man if he hadn't been three inches taller than she was. In the face of this realization, she felt totally helpless, and her perceived helplessness made her angry at herself.
Again.
But though she felt she could do nothing physically, she could at least try to sound subservient. That might at least save her from feeling like she was trapped, and maybe it would keep him from yelling at her some more. Or at least she perceived it as yelling.
"Um...it was a pretty chair. I wanted a closer look at the design. And then...I saw." Privately, she thought it was almost a shame something so expensive was being used for this. However would it be clean again? But she wondered if that might be saying something against Pharaoh and his wealth, so she kept her mouth shut. And she hadn't meant to stare, precisely, it was only...everything. Including the fact that as far as she was aware, sex was more private back home in Judea.
But she couldn't tell him any more of her thoughts- although she ached at times to tell someone about her jealousy and grief concerning this issue. It would be too embarrassing, and she didn't know him, and he'd made her feel trapped and everything was wrong! Why was everything always so wrong? Why was it never the right time for her to heal?
She was either going to have a panic attack or burst into tears, and the gods alone knew which.
And so it goes, and so it goes. and you're the only one who knows, Nafretiri said to Hathor in her thoughts.
"Yes, well... I think I'll have some food first." She made her way toward the tables of food again, although how anyone could eat after watching what she just had was something she truly didn't know.
A thousand emotions swirled through her brain as she stared at the couple, but after the shock had numbed, the two most powerful were jealousy and grief. It struck Nafretiri that there was possibly another explanation for orgies other than the obvious. How dare they? How dare they flaunt their enjoyment and pleasure so? Not everybody got to experience pleasure with...that activity, and she was living proof. While she was still too stunned to say much, if she could, she'd have rounded on them. You two make me want what I may not ever have. This is just another reminder. I hate you! She felt tears welling in her eyes, and she kept them back just long enough to think of where she wanted to go next.
Right. Food.
But as she tried, in vain, to put one foot in front of the other, she suddenly felt her shoulders being gripped, and despite herself, she let out a little yelp. Her body was now in fight or flight mode poised to spring at him, and she'd probably have smacked the man if he hadn't been three inches taller than she was. In the face of this realization, she felt totally helpless, and her perceived helplessness made her angry at herself.
Again.
But though she felt she could do nothing physically, she could at least try to sound subservient. That might at least save her from feeling like she was trapped, and maybe it would keep him from yelling at her some more. Or at least she perceived it as yelling.
"Um...it was a pretty chair. I wanted a closer look at the design. And then...I saw." Privately, she thought it was almost a shame something so expensive was being used for this. However would it be clean again? But she wondered if that might be saying something against Pharaoh and his wealth, so she kept her mouth shut. And she hadn't meant to stare, precisely, it was only...everything. Including the fact that as far as she was aware, sex was more private back home in Judea.
But she couldn't tell him any more of her thoughts- although she ached at times to tell someone about her jealousy and grief concerning this issue. It would be too embarrassing, and she didn't know him, and he'd made her feel trapped and everything was wrong! Why was everything always so wrong? Why was it never the right time for her to heal?
She was either going to have a panic attack or burst into tears, and the gods alone knew which.
And so it goes, and so it goes. and you're the only one who knows, Nafretiri said to Hathor in her thoughts.
"Yes, well... I think I'll have some food first." She made her way toward the tables of food again, although how anyone could eat after watching what she just had was something she truly didn't know.
'Yet', was correct. In a way, Narmer was surprised already that Osorsen has managed to still his temper for this long. He knew of his friend's affair with the current new Queen who had married Iahotep, which made him Pharoah. As a military man who had been nothing but a wealthy merchant's son before, it did not take a genius to figure that there was no love between the new pharoah and the young Queen he had just married, a girl so young that he, as Osorsen had said earlier, could be a young grandsire to Hatshepsut.... and yet, here they were.
Watching as the young Queen arrived at the banquet, Narmer's hands behind him worried at his own fingers as he saw Osorsen's eyes follow his lover, before tearing them away. He and his Hei had their own issues, many of them still yet unsolvable for now, and Narmer intended to speak to Nehesi soon to find out if anything short-term could be done for now, but for the banquet tonight, he's purely focused on making sure his friend did not shed blood.
The Sed was a hedonistic affair, with servants scantily clad, or not at all roaming, but yet none held Narmer's attention. Born of a Hei, and brought to these functions since the moment he matured, this was a scene Narmer grew up with, and knew he had to work within.
When Osorsen left the group, his brows furrowed as he watched the generalmove rapidly through the crowds, something he did not have issues with considering his rather imposing height and demeanour. Only when Narmer was certain that he did not intend to launch directly at the Pharoah and get himself in trouble, did the man turn back to Akhenaten, smiling as the conversation flowed.
As the night wore on, the debauchery merely furthered, the men always noting when the Pharoah grew restless to proclaim their thanks and gratitude so the festivities could continue. For Narmer, as tired as he was of smiling and making conversation with the rest of the Hei's in attendance, he did not let it show. To ensure the Haikaddad Hei had an influx of monetary means, he had to further make connections, and these sort of functions were the gateway to helping his Hei. As such, he had no time to slow down, and continued searching and seeking for friends, allies, and comrades alike. For a man who used to be within military ranks, to play a political part was tiring to him...but it wasn't as if he had a choice.
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'Yet', was correct. In a way, Narmer was surprised already that Osorsen has managed to still his temper for this long. He knew of his friend's affair with the current new Queen who had married Iahotep, which made him Pharoah. As a military man who had been nothing but a wealthy merchant's son before, it did not take a genius to figure that there was no love between the new pharoah and the young Queen he had just married, a girl so young that he, as Osorsen had said earlier, could be a young grandsire to Hatshepsut.... and yet, here they were.
Watching as the young Queen arrived at the banquet, Narmer's hands behind him worried at his own fingers as he saw Osorsen's eyes follow his lover, before tearing them away. He and his Hei had their own issues, many of them still yet unsolvable for now, and Narmer intended to speak to Nehesi soon to find out if anything short-term could be done for now, but for the banquet tonight, he's purely focused on making sure his friend did not shed blood.
The Sed was a hedonistic affair, with servants scantily clad, or not at all roaming, but yet none held Narmer's attention. Born of a Hei, and brought to these functions since the moment he matured, this was a scene Narmer grew up with, and knew he had to work within.
When Osorsen left the group, his brows furrowed as he watched the generalmove rapidly through the crowds, something he did not have issues with considering his rather imposing height and demeanour. Only when Narmer was certain that he did not intend to launch directly at the Pharoah and get himself in trouble, did the man turn back to Akhenaten, smiling as the conversation flowed.
As the night wore on, the debauchery merely furthered, the men always noting when the Pharoah grew restless to proclaim their thanks and gratitude so the festivities could continue. For Narmer, as tired as he was of smiling and making conversation with the rest of the Hei's in attendance, he did not let it show. To ensure the Haikaddad Hei had an influx of monetary means, he had to further make connections, and these sort of functions were the gateway to helping his Hei. As such, he had no time to slow down, and continued searching and seeking for friends, allies, and comrades alike. For a man who used to be within military ranks, to play a political part was tiring to him...but it wasn't as if he had a choice.
'Yet', was correct. In a way, Narmer was surprised already that Osorsen has managed to still his temper for this long. He knew of his friend's affair with the current new Queen who had married Iahotep, which made him Pharoah. As a military man who had been nothing but a wealthy merchant's son before, it did not take a genius to figure that there was no love between the new pharoah and the young Queen he had just married, a girl so young that he, as Osorsen had said earlier, could be a young grandsire to Hatshepsut.... and yet, here they were.
Watching as the young Queen arrived at the banquet, Narmer's hands behind him worried at his own fingers as he saw Osorsen's eyes follow his lover, before tearing them away. He and his Hei had their own issues, many of them still yet unsolvable for now, and Narmer intended to speak to Nehesi soon to find out if anything short-term could be done for now, but for the banquet tonight, he's purely focused on making sure his friend did not shed blood.
The Sed was a hedonistic affair, with servants scantily clad, or not at all roaming, but yet none held Narmer's attention. Born of a Hei, and brought to these functions since the moment he matured, this was a scene Narmer grew up with, and knew he had to work within.
When Osorsen left the group, his brows furrowed as he watched the generalmove rapidly through the crowds, something he did not have issues with considering his rather imposing height and demeanour. Only when Narmer was certain that he did not intend to launch directly at the Pharoah and get himself in trouble, did the man turn back to Akhenaten, smiling as the conversation flowed.
As the night wore on, the debauchery merely furthered, the men always noting when the Pharoah grew restless to proclaim their thanks and gratitude so the festivities could continue. For Narmer, as tired as he was of smiling and making conversation with the rest of the Hei's in attendance, he did not let it show. To ensure the Haikaddad Hei had an influx of monetary means, he had to further make connections, and these sort of functions were the gateway to helping his Hei. As such, he had no time to slow down, and continued searching and seeking for friends, allies, and comrades alike. For a man who used to be within military ranks, to play a political part was tiring to him...but it wasn't as if he had a choice.
Even though she had begged her mother for almost a solid two months about the possibility of wearing a networked dress to this event but Safiya had eventually managed to accept that it would just not happen. She remained sad about that being the case but Safiya had always been adaptable. At least she maintained that she was, whenever anyone pressured her in respect of remembering that their finances were not as they had been. It wasn't as if she forgot but Safiya had been looking forward to showing off during the event, not to attract the kind of attention that might have secured a husband but just because she liked to look and be her best.
That was just the kind of woman she was, it didn't always have to be about husbands. Did it? Safiya knew her mother and uncle were talking over such matters, the Hei needed to have some influx of money and both she and Sameera were the best - if not only - assets that the family was still in possession of at the moment. Not the most comforting thought but it remained the truth and had been a reason behind more than a few restless nights and soul searching questions.
Now though she needed to push past those thoughts, as well as the ones centering upon him as Safiya needed to concentrate on her own skills at mingling successfully, and concentrating on keeping the conversation flowing and natural. The last thing she wanted to end up doing was giving anyone the impression that her Hei was anything less than the same success that it had always been. They might be failing but they hadn't fallen yet. Safiya could do her own small part and make sure that no one suspected anything and if she ended up flirting or at least entertaining a few men then it might make her uncle feel a little less anxious. Not that she wanted to succeed at all but the pretense didn't hurt anyone and at least then she would be having some fun.
After all, these festivities were supposed to be about having fun. Weren't they?
Laughing at the recent comment made by the last man she had been speaking with Safiya gently touched his arm before making an excuse to depart, it had been pleasant but the conversation had dulled and she didn't really want to linger around someone who was that boring. Not that Safiya had said as much "We must speak again, though I believe I see my uncle. I should really greet him" which was the last thing she planned on doing but with so much going on, it was a matter of moments to slip in among the rest of the crowd, even her ornate kalasiris blending in with the only noble woman and their own choices.
It might not be the networked dress that she had wanted but Safiya was aware that it did much to flatter not only the tawny shades of her own colouring but also the slender and nubile form she was in possession of as well. As she moved among the others, Safiya looked up toward where their young Queen was with her newly made husband. So old. It was the most immediate thought that entered her mind, along with a shudder that she couldn't quite manage to hide.
Gods willing her own eventual spouse was not like that.
"I ask your pardon. I can only claim distraction as the source. It is something, don't you?" her enthusiasm and reaction, hopefully enough to encourage the other person not to feel so upset with her as a result of the way she'd nearly ran completely into them. Safiya had managed to correct herself in the meantime, resulting in it merely being more of a jostle. Surely no one would be that offended with her but just in case she added in a smile alongside her words.
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Even though she had begged her mother for almost a solid two months about the possibility of wearing a networked dress to this event but Safiya had eventually managed to accept that it would just not happen. She remained sad about that being the case but Safiya had always been adaptable. At least she maintained that she was, whenever anyone pressured her in respect of remembering that their finances were not as they had been. It wasn't as if she forgot but Safiya had been looking forward to showing off during the event, not to attract the kind of attention that might have secured a husband but just because she liked to look and be her best.
That was just the kind of woman she was, it didn't always have to be about husbands. Did it? Safiya knew her mother and uncle were talking over such matters, the Hei needed to have some influx of money and both she and Sameera were the best - if not only - assets that the family was still in possession of at the moment. Not the most comforting thought but it remained the truth and had been a reason behind more than a few restless nights and soul searching questions.
Now though she needed to push past those thoughts, as well as the ones centering upon him as Safiya needed to concentrate on her own skills at mingling successfully, and concentrating on keeping the conversation flowing and natural. The last thing she wanted to end up doing was giving anyone the impression that her Hei was anything less than the same success that it had always been. They might be failing but they hadn't fallen yet. Safiya could do her own small part and make sure that no one suspected anything and if she ended up flirting or at least entertaining a few men then it might make her uncle feel a little less anxious. Not that she wanted to succeed at all but the pretense didn't hurt anyone and at least then she would be having some fun.
After all, these festivities were supposed to be about having fun. Weren't they?
Laughing at the recent comment made by the last man she had been speaking with Safiya gently touched his arm before making an excuse to depart, it had been pleasant but the conversation had dulled and she didn't really want to linger around someone who was that boring. Not that Safiya had said as much "We must speak again, though I believe I see my uncle. I should really greet him" which was the last thing she planned on doing but with so much going on, it was a matter of moments to slip in among the rest of the crowd, even her ornate kalasiris blending in with the only noble woman and their own choices.
It might not be the networked dress that she had wanted but Safiya was aware that it did much to flatter not only the tawny shades of her own colouring but also the slender and nubile form she was in possession of as well. As she moved among the others, Safiya looked up toward where their young Queen was with her newly made husband. So old. It was the most immediate thought that entered her mind, along with a shudder that she couldn't quite manage to hide.
Gods willing her own eventual spouse was not like that.
"I ask your pardon. I can only claim distraction as the source. It is something, don't you?" her enthusiasm and reaction, hopefully enough to encourage the other person not to feel so upset with her as a result of the way she'd nearly ran completely into them. Safiya had managed to correct herself in the meantime, resulting in it merely being more of a jostle. Surely no one would be that offended with her but just in case she added in a smile alongside her words.
Even though she had begged her mother for almost a solid two months about the possibility of wearing a networked dress to this event but Safiya had eventually managed to accept that it would just not happen. She remained sad about that being the case but Safiya had always been adaptable. At least she maintained that she was, whenever anyone pressured her in respect of remembering that their finances were not as they had been. It wasn't as if she forgot but Safiya had been looking forward to showing off during the event, not to attract the kind of attention that might have secured a husband but just because she liked to look and be her best.
That was just the kind of woman she was, it didn't always have to be about husbands. Did it? Safiya knew her mother and uncle were talking over such matters, the Hei needed to have some influx of money and both she and Sameera were the best - if not only - assets that the family was still in possession of at the moment. Not the most comforting thought but it remained the truth and had been a reason behind more than a few restless nights and soul searching questions.
Now though she needed to push past those thoughts, as well as the ones centering upon him as Safiya needed to concentrate on her own skills at mingling successfully, and concentrating on keeping the conversation flowing and natural. The last thing she wanted to end up doing was giving anyone the impression that her Hei was anything less than the same success that it had always been. They might be failing but they hadn't fallen yet. Safiya could do her own small part and make sure that no one suspected anything and if she ended up flirting or at least entertaining a few men then it might make her uncle feel a little less anxious. Not that she wanted to succeed at all but the pretense didn't hurt anyone and at least then she would be having some fun.
After all, these festivities were supposed to be about having fun. Weren't they?
Laughing at the recent comment made by the last man she had been speaking with Safiya gently touched his arm before making an excuse to depart, it had been pleasant but the conversation had dulled and she didn't really want to linger around someone who was that boring. Not that Safiya had said as much "We must speak again, though I believe I see my uncle. I should really greet him" which was the last thing she planned on doing but with so much going on, it was a matter of moments to slip in among the rest of the crowd, even her ornate kalasiris blending in with the only noble woman and their own choices.
It might not be the networked dress that she had wanted but Safiya was aware that it did much to flatter not only the tawny shades of her own colouring but also the slender and nubile form she was in possession of as well. As she moved among the others, Safiya looked up toward where their young Queen was with her newly made husband. So old. It was the most immediate thought that entered her mind, along with a shudder that she couldn't quite manage to hide.
Gods willing her own eventual spouse was not like that.
"I ask your pardon. I can only claim distraction as the source. It is something, don't you?" her enthusiasm and reaction, hopefully enough to encourage the other person not to feel so upset with her as a result of the way she'd nearly ran completely into them. Safiya had managed to correct herself in the meantime, resulting in it merely being more of a jostle. Surely no one would be that offended with her but just in case she added in a smile alongside her words.
He seemed to have removed one obstacle from his path only to encounter another, this one very clearly a noblewoman that it took only a moment for him to recognize. One of Narmer's nieces, the beautiful H'Haikaddad twins. They served the queen as handmaidens last he'd heard, or at least one of them did. He had to confess that when his lover had spoken of her entourage he had usually been very much distracted by other things that her hands had been doing to drive him to madness. Hands that now touched the false Pharaoh who had stolen what was his.
Turning his blazing glare from the throne, Osorsen tried to smooth his expression into one of politeness as he gave a bow to acknowledge her rank and position. The more he looked at her, the more he found to like about her. Full lips, youthful curves, and eyes that shone in the light of the candles. Perhaps his tact of violence was not the one to take at the moment, but he could find other ways to hurt her. Hatshepsut would regret her choice of husband, he was always going to see to that.
"You are of course, forgiven my lady."
His tone now had changed from the angry growl he'd spoken to her uncle, his friend far more used to bearing the brunt of his rages than the young woman before him was. She had nothing to do with the treatment he had received at the hands of those in power, and indeed if she was willing to listen and speak, she could bring him information that might prove vital in his future ambitions. Having an ear at court was a plus, having one that was as beautiful as this girl was quite an additional prize.
"Forgive me though, I know you are one of Hei H'Haikaddad, your beauty could only come from that house. But there are two of you, are there not? Twins? Which lady do I have the pleasure of speaking with?"
A smile had somehow managed to make its way onto the otherwise stoic features, showing the dimples in his cheeks for perhaps the first time in days, even weeks since he had first come back from his southern campaigns. A night of lasciviousness was enhanced all the more with a desirable partner after all.
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He seemed to have removed one obstacle from his path only to encounter another, this one very clearly a noblewoman that it took only a moment for him to recognize. One of Narmer's nieces, the beautiful H'Haikaddad twins. They served the queen as handmaidens last he'd heard, or at least one of them did. He had to confess that when his lover had spoken of her entourage he had usually been very much distracted by other things that her hands had been doing to drive him to madness. Hands that now touched the false Pharaoh who had stolen what was his.
Turning his blazing glare from the throne, Osorsen tried to smooth his expression into one of politeness as he gave a bow to acknowledge her rank and position. The more he looked at her, the more he found to like about her. Full lips, youthful curves, and eyes that shone in the light of the candles. Perhaps his tact of violence was not the one to take at the moment, but he could find other ways to hurt her. Hatshepsut would regret her choice of husband, he was always going to see to that.
"You are of course, forgiven my lady."
His tone now had changed from the angry growl he'd spoken to her uncle, his friend far more used to bearing the brunt of his rages than the young woman before him was. She had nothing to do with the treatment he had received at the hands of those in power, and indeed if she was willing to listen and speak, she could bring him information that might prove vital in his future ambitions. Having an ear at court was a plus, having one that was as beautiful as this girl was quite an additional prize.
"Forgive me though, I know you are one of Hei H'Haikaddad, your beauty could only come from that house. But there are two of you, are there not? Twins? Which lady do I have the pleasure of speaking with?"
A smile had somehow managed to make its way onto the otherwise stoic features, showing the dimples in his cheeks for perhaps the first time in days, even weeks since he had first come back from his southern campaigns. A night of lasciviousness was enhanced all the more with a desirable partner after all.
He seemed to have removed one obstacle from his path only to encounter another, this one very clearly a noblewoman that it took only a moment for him to recognize. One of Narmer's nieces, the beautiful H'Haikaddad twins. They served the queen as handmaidens last he'd heard, or at least one of them did. He had to confess that when his lover had spoken of her entourage he had usually been very much distracted by other things that her hands had been doing to drive him to madness. Hands that now touched the false Pharaoh who had stolen what was his.
Turning his blazing glare from the throne, Osorsen tried to smooth his expression into one of politeness as he gave a bow to acknowledge her rank and position. The more he looked at her, the more he found to like about her. Full lips, youthful curves, and eyes that shone in the light of the candles. Perhaps his tact of violence was not the one to take at the moment, but he could find other ways to hurt her. Hatshepsut would regret her choice of husband, he was always going to see to that.
"You are of course, forgiven my lady."
His tone now had changed from the angry growl he'd spoken to her uncle, his friend far more used to bearing the brunt of his rages than the young woman before him was. She had nothing to do with the treatment he had received at the hands of those in power, and indeed if she was willing to listen and speak, she could bring him information that might prove vital in his future ambitions. Having an ear at court was a plus, having one that was as beautiful as this girl was quite an additional prize.
"Forgive me though, I know you are one of Hei H'Haikaddad, your beauty could only come from that house. But there are two of you, are there not? Twins? Which lady do I have the pleasure of speaking with?"
A smile had somehow managed to make its way onto the otherwise stoic features, showing the dimples in his cheeks for perhaps the first time in days, even weeks since he had first come back from his southern campaigns. A night of lasciviousness was enhanced all the more with a desirable partner after all.
She would have been lying if Safiya was not used to having her pretty smile affect a change in how someone addressed her or acted in her presence. She was not ashamed about this fact as it was both useful and practical, along with providing her with exactly what she wanted in the end: her own way. So, she felt relaxed as her eyes looked up toward the man she had accidentally jostled into, he was handsome. It was an immediate realisation and something that she was able to put to one side because as much as handsome was appealing and encouraged her smile to widen that little bit more, it was not the sum of any individual.
But it was definitely better than having to deal with an old man, like the Queen did.
Safiya had not spoken directly to the younger woman about her marriage or even how she might feel about it, for a number of reasons, most of which were centered around the fact that she just didn't feel comfortable or justified in asking about such a recent and sensitive change in the woman's life. But Safiya was curious. She couldn't imagine being able to be happy if that was the way things worked out with her own marriage. Which should hopefully not happen soon or to a man that old. But would it be the man she wanted to have at her side?
"I am Safiya. It is quite alright, most tend to be mistaken about us, even when we stand side by side" it was actually occasionally frustrating to have that strange sense of doubt about your own unique individuality but sometimes it had also been fun "You are very forthcoming with compliments, will you do the same with your name?" while he seemed to be able to pick her out from the crowd - as it were - Safiya was not sure they'd ever been introduced and so she wasn't going to make some random guess and end up being proven wrong. She wanted to impress him.
That was why her hands had casually adjusted the folds of her kalasiris to make sure that it was not out of place but instead falling in a manner that should flatter and enhance her looks. After all, he had complimented it, so surely he had noticed and even if her feelings might not be involved flirting would be fun. Perhaps he might even see and be a little jealous, that wouldn't be a terrible outcome. Not that Safiya was completely sure if he cared at all.
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She would have been lying if Safiya was not used to having her pretty smile affect a change in how someone addressed her or acted in her presence. She was not ashamed about this fact as it was both useful and practical, along with providing her with exactly what she wanted in the end: her own way. So, she felt relaxed as her eyes looked up toward the man she had accidentally jostled into, he was handsome. It was an immediate realisation and something that she was able to put to one side because as much as handsome was appealing and encouraged her smile to widen that little bit more, it was not the sum of any individual.
But it was definitely better than having to deal with an old man, like the Queen did.
Safiya had not spoken directly to the younger woman about her marriage or even how she might feel about it, for a number of reasons, most of which were centered around the fact that she just didn't feel comfortable or justified in asking about such a recent and sensitive change in the woman's life. But Safiya was curious. She couldn't imagine being able to be happy if that was the way things worked out with her own marriage. Which should hopefully not happen soon or to a man that old. But would it be the man she wanted to have at her side?
"I am Safiya. It is quite alright, most tend to be mistaken about us, even when we stand side by side" it was actually occasionally frustrating to have that strange sense of doubt about your own unique individuality but sometimes it had also been fun "You are very forthcoming with compliments, will you do the same with your name?" while he seemed to be able to pick her out from the crowd - as it were - Safiya was not sure they'd ever been introduced and so she wasn't going to make some random guess and end up being proven wrong. She wanted to impress him.
That was why her hands had casually adjusted the folds of her kalasiris to make sure that it was not out of place but instead falling in a manner that should flatter and enhance her looks. After all, he had complimented it, so surely he had noticed and even if her feelings might not be involved flirting would be fun. Perhaps he might even see and be a little jealous, that wouldn't be a terrible outcome. Not that Safiya was completely sure if he cared at all.
She would have been lying if Safiya was not used to having her pretty smile affect a change in how someone addressed her or acted in her presence. She was not ashamed about this fact as it was both useful and practical, along with providing her with exactly what she wanted in the end: her own way. So, she felt relaxed as her eyes looked up toward the man she had accidentally jostled into, he was handsome. It was an immediate realisation and something that she was able to put to one side because as much as handsome was appealing and encouraged her smile to widen that little bit more, it was not the sum of any individual.
But it was definitely better than having to deal with an old man, like the Queen did.
Safiya had not spoken directly to the younger woman about her marriage or even how she might feel about it, for a number of reasons, most of which were centered around the fact that she just didn't feel comfortable or justified in asking about such a recent and sensitive change in the woman's life. But Safiya was curious. She couldn't imagine being able to be happy if that was the way things worked out with her own marriage. Which should hopefully not happen soon or to a man that old. But would it be the man she wanted to have at her side?
"I am Safiya. It is quite alright, most tend to be mistaken about us, even when we stand side by side" it was actually occasionally frustrating to have that strange sense of doubt about your own unique individuality but sometimes it had also been fun "You are very forthcoming with compliments, will you do the same with your name?" while he seemed to be able to pick her out from the crowd - as it were - Safiya was not sure they'd ever been introduced and so she wasn't going to make some random guess and end up being proven wrong. She wanted to impress him.
That was why her hands had casually adjusted the folds of her kalasiris to make sure that it was not out of place but instead falling in a manner that should flatter and enhance her looks. After all, he had complimented it, so surely he had noticed and even if her feelings might not be involved flirting would be fun. Perhaps he might even see and be a little jealous, that wouldn't be a terrible outcome. Not that Safiya was completely sure if he cared at all.
While he knew his niece was handmaiden to the Queen, Narmer had expected the young maiden queen to keep the girls quite busy on their feet. So imagine the uncle's surprise when his eyes roamed whilst he nursed the mug of brew he had picked up from a scantily cladded female, only to see one of them conversing with his general friend whom he had left to their own devices earlier.
The man's eyes narrowed. He knew of his friend's inclination for females, and while Narmer usually joked and even indulged in a few women together with Osorsen, his nieces were off limits. He had made a promise to his brother to care for his children, and while he knew that the twins could be the key to saving their Hei's impending doom... he was not keen at all for Osorsen's roaming eyes to explore them.
Extricating his arms from around the servant who had offered him brew and more for a brief moment, Narmer accepted the blowed kiss she offered him, before weaving his way through the crowd, making it just in time for him to hear Safiya introduce herself. A boon for him, for Narmer still occasionally had issues telling the twins apart, more so when his mind was slightly affected by the alcoholic mead served at the Sed festival.
"You two are twins, so I imagine that happens very often." he murmured as a way of announcing his arrival, moving to stand in a way that would place him in between the tall general and his slight-sized niece, without obstructing the view between them. Turning his gaze to his friend, Narmer raised a brow as if mocking the male. "You would smile at my niece, but not at me? I am hurt, Sirdar Moghadam." the man stated, mockingly putting a palm on his chest as he laughed. "Perhaps I should don a kalasiri myself? Would that help?"
Chuckling, the male then turned to Safiya, his smile soft and more warm as he greeted the twin. Both girls had been the apples of Narutt's eye, and he only wanted the best for them... or he hoped he could give them the best, if the Hei were not in the situation it currently was in. "Have you seen your sister around, Safiya? Your mother told me she was a tad under the weather, so I'm playing guardian for tonight, it seems." In truth, it was odd for Narmer to think of himself as he guardians to his nieces and nephews. He had practically grew up as a sibling next to them, for Narutt had raised him upon the death of their parents, and he was but a mere 9 years older then Kissan. He's heard of siblings with a greater age gap then that... but Narmer had little choice but to work with what he had. "I sent Kissan to speak with others around, but I have yet to see Sameera." Not that he should be surprised. Safiya's twin had always been the quieter one, and Narmer wouldn't be surprised if Sameera was off in an alcove indulging in a scroll or sketching with ink.
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While he knew his niece was handmaiden to the Queen, Narmer had expected the young maiden queen to keep the girls quite busy on their feet. So imagine the uncle's surprise when his eyes roamed whilst he nursed the mug of brew he had picked up from a scantily cladded female, only to see one of them conversing with his general friend whom he had left to their own devices earlier.
The man's eyes narrowed. He knew of his friend's inclination for females, and while Narmer usually joked and even indulged in a few women together with Osorsen, his nieces were off limits. He had made a promise to his brother to care for his children, and while he knew that the twins could be the key to saving their Hei's impending doom... he was not keen at all for Osorsen's roaming eyes to explore them.
Extricating his arms from around the servant who had offered him brew and more for a brief moment, Narmer accepted the blowed kiss she offered him, before weaving his way through the crowd, making it just in time for him to hear Safiya introduce herself. A boon for him, for Narmer still occasionally had issues telling the twins apart, more so when his mind was slightly affected by the alcoholic mead served at the Sed festival.
"You two are twins, so I imagine that happens very often." he murmured as a way of announcing his arrival, moving to stand in a way that would place him in between the tall general and his slight-sized niece, without obstructing the view between them. Turning his gaze to his friend, Narmer raised a brow as if mocking the male. "You would smile at my niece, but not at me? I am hurt, Sirdar Moghadam." the man stated, mockingly putting a palm on his chest as he laughed. "Perhaps I should don a kalasiri myself? Would that help?"
Chuckling, the male then turned to Safiya, his smile soft and more warm as he greeted the twin. Both girls had been the apples of Narutt's eye, and he only wanted the best for them... or he hoped he could give them the best, if the Hei were not in the situation it currently was in. "Have you seen your sister around, Safiya? Your mother told me she was a tad under the weather, so I'm playing guardian for tonight, it seems." In truth, it was odd for Narmer to think of himself as he guardians to his nieces and nephews. He had practically grew up as a sibling next to them, for Narutt had raised him upon the death of their parents, and he was but a mere 9 years older then Kissan. He's heard of siblings with a greater age gap then that... but Narmer had little choice but to work with what he had. "I sent Kissan to speak with others around, but I have yet to see Sameera." Not that he should be surprised. Safiya's twin had always been the quieter one, and Narmer wouldn't be surprised if Sameera was off in an alcove indulging in a scroll or sketching with ink.
While he knew his niece was handmaiden to the Queen, Narmer had expected the young maiden queen to keep the girls quite busy on their feet. So imagine the uncle's surprise when his eyes roamed whilst he nursed the mug of brew he had picked up from a scantily cladded female, only to see one of them conversing with his general friend whom he had left to their own devices earlier.
The man's eyes narrowed. He knew of his friend's inclination for females, and while Narmer usually joked and even indulged in a few women together with Osorsen, his nieces were off limits. He had made a promise to his brother to care for his children, and while he knew that the twins could be the key to saving their Hei's impending doom... he was not keen at all for Osorsen's roaming eyes to explore them.
Extricating his arms from around the servant who had offered him brew and more for a brief moment, Narmer accepted the blowed kiss she offered him, before weaving his way through the crowd, making it just in time for him to hear Safiya introduce herself. A boon for him, for Narmer still occasionally had issues telling the twins apart, more so when his mind was slightly affected by the alcoholic mead served at the Sed festival.
"You two are twins, so I imagine that happens very often." he murmured as a way of announcing his arrival, moving to stand in a way that would place him in between the tall general and his slight-sized niece, without obstructing the view between them. Turning his gaze to his friend, Narmer raised a brow as if mocking the male. "You would smile at my niece, but not at me? I am hurt, Sirdar Moghadam." the man stated, mockingly putting a palm on his chest as he laughed. "Perhaps I should don a kalasiri myself? Would that help?"
Chuckling, the male then turned to Safiya, his smile soft and more warm as he greeted the twin. Both girls had been the apples of Narutt's eye, and he only wanted the best for them... or he hoped he could give them the best, if the Hei were not in the situation it currently was in. "Have you seen your sister around, Safiya? Your mother told me she was a tad under the weather, so I'm playing guardian for tonight, it seems." In truth, it was odd for Narmer to think of himself as he guardians to his nieces and nephews. He had practically grew up as a sibling next to them, for Narutt had raised him upon the death of their parents, and he was but a mere 9 years older then Kissan. He's heard of siblings with a greater age gap then that... but Narmer had little choice but to work with what he had. "I sent Kissan to speak with others around, but I have yet to see Sameera." Not that he should be surprised. Safiya's twin had always been the quieter one, and Narmer wouldn't be surprised if Sameera was off in an alcove indulging in a scroll or sketching with ink.
Perhaps in all legal sense, these halls were no longer hers. The bedchamber in which her personal retainers busied themselves affixing layers of gold about her neck was not the bedchamber she had called her own for decades. That honor now belonged to Hatshepsut -- though Isetheperu doubted her daughter could comprehend the magnitude of such a thing -- and the commoner Iahotep whom owed his newfound elevation to the Queen Dowager.
This did not seem to matter to the servants who buzzed into and out of the room. They averted their eyes and prostrated themselves in all the same ways they had for years, as if nothing had changed. In a sense, nothing had. The oppressing weight of Isetheperu's presence was still as palpable as it ever was, her tumbling voice echoing through the chambers until every attendant on this wing of the palace knew precisely where she was and what she wanted. Several of them during her stay had almost slipped up, their tongues forming the familiar honorific reserved for the queen of Egypt before they caught themselves with a hasty "Your Majesty."
Once the final touch of her favored leopard skin was draped over the thin linen sheath of her dress, Isetheperu waved off the hovering flock of servants and began her journey towards the next waiting swarm. This one, of course, was dressed up in dazzling displays of wealth and abundance, but a pest was still a pest no matter how many gilded and jeweled layers one wrapped it in.
Such displays of the station and power of the Pharaoh had become something of a routine, with Isetheperu considering herself something of an expert on them. With a new face on the throne, it would have been her prerogative to take a step back and pass the reins to someone else for the first time in such a long time, but, of course, doing so would have gone against her very nature. She did try, for what it was worth; there would be no sense in stepping on Iahotep's toes just yet, better to let him settle into the role and think himself secure in his control, and run this first celebration to his liking. But if the mother of the Queen had sent a few strongly-worded suggestions in the direction of the individuals to whom the task of planning the event had been delegated, who would blame her?
The Sed festival itself was already well underway before Isetheperu made her entrance into the banqueting chamber, but those whose attentions were not already deeply engaged in their drink or food or whomever they were laying with on the cushions did raise their cups or nod in acknowledgement. Isetheperu returned the gesture as soon as an anxious-looking young girl, who may as well have been nude for the way her dress covered absolutely nothing, frantically wound her way to the former queen's side to proffer her choice of drink.
Isetheperu moved through the crowd like a crocodile in the shallows, unhurried and ever-watching. Those who tried to insinuate themselves into her presence in the hopes of bending her ear for some matter or another found themselves dismissed shortly thereafter by the unamused cock of her brow or, when that was ineffective, the unmistakable flutter of her hand. She hadn't the mind today to suffer the tedium of nobles floundering around their words. The day's earlier ordeal, that of trekking between temples to beg the blessings of a goddess whom she had only felt torment her, had tapped her patience. Isetheperu would have liked to have retired to her chambers for the day, if it weren't for the sake of her daughter, and the sake of some conversations that were long overdue.
There were a few in attendance with whom Isetheperu hadn't been in contact for some time. They would have arrived specially for this event, and the Queen Dowager would need to, at the very least, touch bases with them and let them know that she intended to have much more to discuss with them later.
One such individual was not so difficult to catch sight of through the veil of bodies, as his stood out like a watchtower, and broad as one too. Osorsen H'Moghadam was currently engaged with a pair, and Isetheperu recognized the scions of Haikaddad. The girl she knew by reputation and appearance, though she could not determine by sight alone which of Narutt's daughters she may be, and the man must be no other than the prodigal son returned, if she were to go by that signature jawline and the familial crests displayed on his person.
"Do not let him woo you too easily, Lady Haikaddad," she cautioned by way of announcing her interruption, walking briskly towards them with one guard trailing listlessly in her wake. "We can't let Sidar Moghadam conquer our hearts as readily as he does our enemies, or these halls may not be enough to contain his pride."
Her tone implied she spoke in jest, but she offered a pointed look at the man in question. She skipped the banal formality of begging forgiveness for disrupting them, and instead turned to face the general fully, her hands pressed together firmly in front of her torso. "It has been too long since we spoke, Osorsen. I would have sent a missive, but good couriers seem to be in short supply these days -- I sent one to inquire after your grandfather's... condition, but it would seem he fell into the Nile on his way to your manor, and nature took care of the rest. Poor boy."
Isetheperu allowed her brow to furrow in some approximation of regret before continuing. "In any case, there are matters of business I would like to discuss, now that you're free of the bloodshed at our southern borders -- Not today," she clarified, casting her gaze about the hall, at the luxuriant decor and the merrymaking. "Today we cheer the Pharaoh's good health. But soon."
A sardonic quirk seized the corner of her mouth at her last words, almost imperceptible, but there nonetheless. She knew, of course, of Osorsen's outrage at Isetheperu's choice of Hatshepsut's new husband, and he must know that she knew. She would be glad to discuss the matter with him, though she hadn't yet decided the depth to which she would explain her motivations. Hei Moghadam was certainly a time-tested ally of her birth house, but it would be truly obtuse to believe that such was the only factor she would have taken into consideration when crowning the next ruler of Egypt and, more importantly, the future of Hei Fakhouri.
"And Sidar Haikaddad," she allowed her eyes to lock with Osorsen's for another moment, unable to back down from whatever challenge he must think she was issuing, before turning to face the younger of the two men. "I hear you have returned to take up the mantle of your house, in which case I will extend the same invitation to you. I should very much like to see a stronger partnership between our enterprises in the future. After all, when our houses flourish, all of Egypt benefits."
She chose not to mention that she was glad to see the Hei back in the hands of an Egyptian, having never spoken with the young head before and not yet wishing to unintentionally sever ties before they could be formed through a poor turn of phrase.
Having said what she wished to say, the Queen Dowager took a step back and made as if to leave the small audience and leave them to their own devices once more.
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Perhaps in all legal sense, these halls were no longer hers. The bedchamber in which her personal retainers busied themselves affixing layers of gold about her neck was not the bedchamber she had called her own for decades. That honor now belonged to Hatshepsut -- though Isetheperu doubted her daughter could comprehend the magnitude of such a thing -- and the commoner Iahotep whom owed his newfound elevation to the Queen Dowager.
This did not seem to matter to the servants who buzzed into and out of the room. They averted their eyes and prostrated themselves in all the same ways they had for years, as if nothing had changed. In a sense, nothing had. The oppressing weight of Isetheperu's presence was still as palpable as it ever was, her tumbling voice echoing through the chambers until every attendant on this wing of the palace knew precisely where she was and what she wanted. Several of them during her stay had almost slipped up, their tongues forming the familiar honorific reserved for the queen of Egypt before they caught themselves with a hasty "Your Majesty."
Once the final touch of her favored leopard skin was draped over the thin linen sheath of her dress, Isetheperu waved off the hovering flock of servants and began her journey towards the next waiting swarm. This one, of course, was dressed up in dazzling displays of wealth and abundance, but a pest was still a pest no matter how many gilded and jeweled layers one wrapped it in.
Such displays of the station and power of the Pharaoh had become something of a routine, with Isetheperu considering herself something of an expert on them. With a new face on the throne, it would have been her prerogative to take a step back and pass the reins to someone else for the first time in such a long time, but, of course, doing so would have gone against her very nature. She did try, for what it was worth; there would be no sense in stepping on Iahotep's toes just yet, better to let him settle into the role and think himself secure in his control, and run this first celebration to his liking. But if the mother of the Queen had sent a few strongly-worded suggestions in the direction of the individuals to whom the task of planning the event had been delegated, who would blame her?
The Sed festival itself was already well underway before Isetheperu made her entrance into the banqueting chamber, but those whose attentions were not already deeply engaged in their drink or food or whomever they were laying with on the cushions did raise their cups or nod in acknowledgement. Isetheperu returned the gesture as soon as an anxious-looking young girl, who may as well have been nude for the way her dress covered absolutely nothing, frantically wound her way to the former queen's side to proffer her choice of drink.
Isetheperu moved through the crowd like a crocodile in the shallows, unhurried and ever-watching. Those who tried to insinuate themselves into her presence in the hopes of bending her ear for some matter or another found themselves dismissed shortly thereafter by the unamused cock of her brow or, when that was ineffective, the unmistakable flutter of her hand. She hadn't the mind today to suffer the tedium of nobles floundering around their words. The day's earlier ordeal, that of trekking between temples to beg the blessings of a goddess whom she had only felt torment her, had tapped her patience. Isetheperu would have liked to have retired to her chambers for the day, if it weren't for the sake of her daughter, and the sake of some conversations that were long overdue.
There were a few in attendance with whom Isetheperu hadn't been in contact for some time. They would have arrived specially for this event, and the Queen Dowager would need to, at the very least, touch bases with them and let them know that she intended to have much more to discuss with them later.
One such individual was not so difficult to catch sight of through the veil of bodies, as his stood out like a watchtower, and broad as one too. Osorsen H'Moghadam was currently engaged with a pair, and Isetheperu recognized the scions of Haikaddad. The girl she knew by reputation and appearance, though she could not determine by sight alone which of Narutt's daughters she may be, and the man must be no other than the prodigal son returned, if she were to go by that signature jawline and the familial crests displayed on his person.
"Do not let him woo you too easily, Lady Haikaddad," she cautioned by way of announcing her interruption, walking briskly towards them with one guard trailing listlessly in her wake. "We can't let Sidar Moghadam conquer our hearts as readily as he does our enemies, or these halls may not be enough to contain his pride."
Her tone implied she spoke in jest, but she offered a pointed look at the man in question. She skipped the banal formality of begging forgiveness for disrupting them, and instead turned to face the general fully, her hands pressed together firmly in front of her torso. "It has been too long since we spoke, Osorsen. I would have sent a missive, but good couriers seem to be in short supply these days -- I sent one to inquire after your grandfather's... condition, but it would seem he fell into the Nile on his way to your manor, and nature took care of the rest. Poor boy."
Isetheperu allowed her brow to furrow in some approximation of regret before continuing. "In any case, there are matters of business I would like to discuss, now that you're free of the bloodshed at our southern borders -- Not today," she clarified, casting her gaze about the hall, at the luxuriant decor and the merrymaking. "Today we cheer the Pharaoh's good health. But soon."
A sardonic quirk seized the corner of her mouth at her last words, almost imperceptible, but there nonetheless. She knew, of course, of Osorsen's outrage at Isetheperu's choice of Hatshepsut's new husband, and he must know that she knew. She would be glad to discuss the matter with him, though she hadn't yet decided the depth to which she would explain her motivations. Hei Moghadam was certainly a time-tested ally of her birth house, but it would be truly obtuse to believe that such was the only factor she would have taken into consideration when crowning the next ruler of Egypt and, more importantly, the future of Hei Fakhouri.
"And Sidar Haikaddad," she allowed her eyes to lock with Osorsen's for another moment, unable to back down from whatever challenge he must think she was issuing, before turning to face the younger of the two men. "I hear you have returned to take up the mantle of your house, in which case I will extend the same invitation to you. I should very much like to see a stronger partnership between our enterprises in the future. After all, when our houses flourish, all of Egypt benefits."
She chose not to mention that she was glad to see the Hei back in the hands of an Egyptian, having never spoken with the young head before and not yet wishing to unintentionally sever ties before they could be formed through a poor turn of phrase.
Having said what she wished to say, the Queen Dowager took a step back and made as if to leave the small audience and leave them to their own devices once more.
Perhaps in all legal sense, these halls were no longer hers. The bedchamber in which her personal retainers busied themselves affixing layers of gold about her neck was not the bedchamber she had called her own for decades. That honor now belonged to Hatshepsut -- though Isetheperu doubted her daughter could comprehend the magnitude of such a thing -- and the commoner Iahotep whom owed his newfound elevation to the Queen Dowager.
This did not seem to matter to the servants who buzzed into and out of the room. They averted their eyes and prostrated themselves in all the same ways they had for years, as if nothing had changed. In a sense, nothing had. The oppressing weight of Isetheperu's presence was still as palpable as it ever was, her tumbling voice echoing through the chambers until every attendant on this wing of the palace knew precisely where she was and what she wanted. Several of them during her stay had almost slipped up, their tongues forming the familiar honorific reserved for the queen of Egypt before they caught themselves with a hasty "Your Majesty."
Once the final touch of her favored leopard skin was draped over the thin linen sheath of her dress, Isetheperu waved off the hovering flock of servants and began her journey towards the next waiting swarm. This one, of course, was dressed up in dazzling displays of wealth and abundance, but a pest was still a pest no matter how many gilded and jeweled layers one wrapped it in.
Such displays of the station and power of the Pharaoh had become something of a routine, with Isetheperu considering herself something of an expert on them. With a new face on the throne, it would have been her prerogative to take a step back and pass the reins to someone else for the first time in such a long time, but, of course, doing so would have gone against her very nature. She did try, for what it was worth; there would be no sense in stepping on Iahotep's toes just yet, better to let him settle into the role and think himself secure in his control, and run this first celebration to his liking. But if the mother of the Queen had sent a few strongly-worded suggestions in the direction of the individuals to whom the task of planning the event had been delegated, who would blame her?
The Sed festival itself was already well underway before Isetheperu made her entrance into the banqueting chamber, but those whose attentions were not already deeply engaged in their drink or food or whomever they were laying with on the cushions did raise their cups or nod in acknowledgement. Isetheperu returned the gesture as soon as an anxious-looking young girl, who may as well have been nude for the way her dress covered absolutely nothing, frantically wound her way to the former queen's side to proffer her choice of drink.
Isetheperu moved through the crowd like a crocodile in the shallows, unhurried and ever-watching. Those who tried to insinuate themselves into her presence in the hopes of bending her ear for some matter or another found themselves dismissed shortly thereafter by the unamused cock of her brow or, when that was ineffective, the unmistakable flutter of her hand. She hadn't the mind today to suffer the tedium of nobles floundering around their words. The day's earlier ordeal, that of trekking between temples to beg the blessings of a goddess whom she had only felt torment her, had tapped her patience. Isetheperu would have liked to have retired to her chambers for the day, if it weren't for the sake of her daughter, and the sake of some conversations that were long overdue.
There were a few in attendance with whom Isetheperu hadn't been in contact for some time. They would have arrived specially for this event, and the Queen Dowager would need to, at the very least, touch bases with them and let them know that she intended to have much more to discuss with them later.
One such individual was not so difficult to catch sight of through the veil of bodies, as his stood out like a watchtower, and broad as one too. Osorsen H'Moghadam was currently engaged with a pair, and Isetheperu recognized the scions of Haikaddad. The girl she knew by reputation and appearance, though she could not determine by sight alone which of Narutt's daughters she may be, and the man must be no other than the prodigal son returned, if she were to go by that signature jawline and the familial crests displayed on his person.
"Do not let him woo you too easily, Lady Haikaddad," she cautioned by way of announcing her interruption, walking briskly towards them with one guard trailing listlessly in her wake. "We can't let Sidar Moghadam conquer our hearts as readily as he does our enemies, or these halls may not be enough to contain his pride."
Her tone implied she spoke in jest, but she offered a pointed look at the man in question. She skipped the banal formality of begging forgiveness for disrupting them, and instead turned to face the general fully, her hands pressed together firmly in front of her torso. "It has been too long since we spoke, Osorsen. I would have sent a missive, but good couriers seem to be in short supply these days -- I sent one to inquire after your grandfather's... condition, but it would seem he fell into the Nile on his way to your manor, and nature took care of the rest. Poor boy."
Isetheperu allowed her brow to furrow in some approximation of regret before continuing. "In any case, there are matters of business I would like to discuss, now that you're free of the bloodshed at our southern borders -- Not today," she clarified, casting her gaze about the hall, at the luxuriant decor and the merrymaking. "Today we cheer the Pharaoh's good health. But soon."
A sardonic quirk seized the corner of her mouth at her last words, almost imperceptible, but there nonetheless. She knew, of course, of Osorsen's outrage at Isetheperu's choice of Hatshepsut's new husband, and he must know that she knew. She would be glad to discuss the matter with him, though she hadn't yet decided the depth to which she would explain her motivations. Hei Moghadam was certainly a time-tested ally of her birth house, but it would be truly obtuse to believe that such was the only factor she would have taken into consideration when crowning the next ruler of Egypt and, more importantly, the future of Hei Fakhouri.
"And Sidar Haikaddad," she allowed her eyes to lock with Osorsen's for another moment, unable to back down from whatever challenge he must think she was issuing, before turning to face the younger of the two men. "I hear you have returned to take up the mantle of your house, in which case I will extend the same invitation to you. I should very much like to see a stronger partnership between our enterprises in the future. After all, when our houses flourish, all of Egypt benefits."
She chose not to mention that she was glad to see the Hei back in the hands of an Egyptian, having never spoken with the young head before and not yet wishing to unintentionally sever ties before they could be formed through a poor turn of phrase.
Having said what she wished to say, the Queen Dowager took a step back and made as if to leave the small audience and leave them to their own devices once more.