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Hatsepshut sighed as she stopped in front of a bush of brightly-colored flowers, leaning forward so that she could inhale their sweet fragrance. The walks she took in the palace gardens most mornings were precious to the young Queen, giving her time to reflect in peace before the duties of the day commanded her attention. The sun was not yet high enough in the sky to produce the intense heat that persisted throughout the afternoon, but it still shone brightly and she could feel its warmth upon her head and shoulders.
It's been two days since the festival and he hasn't even tried to contact me.
Unfortunately, her tranquil surroundings could not quiet the tumultuous cerebrations that tumbled through her mind. Osorsen. He was lost to her now, yet still memories of him spun through her head like the dust that swirled across the desert sands. How she wanted to speak to him and explain that she'd had no choice but to accept the Council's choice and marry Iahotep, that she still loved him and always would. He probably believes that I betrayed him and he never wants to see me again.
That notion filled her with so much sorrow that an errant tear meandered down her cheek. Hatsepshut immediately wiped it away, hoping that the slaves following behind her with fans and cool drinks had not seen. She must not appear weak before them or before anybody, though she felt like her heart was breaking.
Not paying much attention where she was going, Hatsepshut wasn't surprised to find herself approaching the pond where a flock of sacred ibises were kept. They waded in the clear water, their long graceful necks swiveling to look toward her. She sat down upon a bench and watched them, hoping that their tranquility would calm the turmoil inside her.
The petite Queen reached up to adjust the bright beaded straps that held up her kalisaris while she admired the way droplets of water glittered upon the feathers of the birds like millions of tiny diamonds. Her breasts were always tender now and the beads chafed a bit against her skin. At least she could pull them to loosen them a bit, unlike the tight sheaths that hugged the contours of her body. She avoided those when she could because of the pain.
What if Osorsen never cared for me at all? What if all he wanted was to be Pharaoh and I was only a means to an end? Maybe he has forgotten me already and moved on. There. Her worst fear had just bubbled to the surface of her consciousness, the one notion she had tried so hard to push to the back of her mind during the past two and a half months. Now that it had manifested itself, it would not leave her, and she sighed again, railing against the unfairness of a fate that she had not been able to avoid.
A commotion among the ibises brought her out of her reverie. The bird flapped their black-tipped wings and swiveled their dark heads toward a row of tall verdant bushes that she couldn't see over. Someone was coming. Hatsepshut could hear the cadence of footsteps and looked in the direction of the sound, wondering if she was about to be disturbed. Considering the anxiety that currently tormented her, she believed that any kind of diversion would be most welcome.
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He didn't speak to me. He didn't even look at me.
Hatsepshut sighed as she stopped in front of a bush of brightly-colored flowers, leaning forward so that she could inhale their sweet fragrance. The walks she took in the palace gardens most mornings were precious to the young Queen, giving her time to reflect in peace before the duties of the day commanded her attention. The sun was not yet high enough in the sky to produce the intense heat that persisted throughout the afternoon, but it still shone brightly and she could feel its warmth upon her head and shoulders.
It's been two days since the festival and he hasn't even tried to contact me.
Unfortunately, her tranquil surroundings could not quiet the tumultuous cerebrations that tumbled through her mind. Osorsen. He was lost to her now, yet still memories of him spun through her head like the dust that swirled across the desert sands. How she wanted to speak to him and explain that she'd had no choice but to accept the Council's choice and marry Iahotep, that she still loved him and always would. He probably believes that I betrayed him and he never wants to see me again.
That notion filled her with so much sorrow that an errant tear meandered down her cheek. Hatsepshut immediately wiped it away, hoping that the slaves following behind her with fans and cool drinks had not seen. She must not appear weak before them or before anybody, though she felt like her heart was breaking.
Not paying much attention where she was going, Hatsepshut wasn't surprised to find herself approaching the pond where a flock of sacred ibises were kept. They waded in the clear water, their long graceful necks swiveling to look toward her. She sat down upon a bench and watched them, hoping that their tranquility would calm the turmoil inside her.
The petite Queen reached up to adjust the bright beaded straps that held up her kalisaris while she admired the way droplets of water glittered upon the feathers of the birds like millions of tiny diamonds. Her breasts were always tender now and the beads chafed a bit against her skin. At least she could pull them to loosen them a bit, unlike the tight sheaths that hugged the contours of her body. She avoided those when she could because of the pain.
What if Osorsen never cared for me at all? What if all he wanted was to be Pharaoh and I was only a means to an end? Maybe he has forgotten me already and moved on. There. Her worst fear had just bubbled to the surface of her consciousness, the one notion she had tried so hard to push to the back of her mind during the past two and a half months. Now that it had manifested itself, it would not leave her, and she sighed again, railing against the unfairness of a fate that she had not been able to avoid.
A commotion among the ibises brought her out of her reverie. The bird flapped their black-tipped wings and swiveled their dark heads toward a row of tall verdant bushes that she couldn't see over. Someone was coming. Hatsepshut could hear the cadence of footsteps and looked in the direction of the sound, wondering if she was about to be disturbed. Considering the anxiety that currently tormented her, she believed that any kind of diversion would be most welcome.
He didn't speak to me. He didn't even look at me.
Hatsepshut sighed as she stopped in front of a bush of brightly-colored flowers, leaning forward so that she could inhale their sweet fragrance. The walks she took in the palace gardens most mornings were precious to the young Queen, giving her time to reflect in peace before the duties of the day commanded her attention. The sun was not yet high enough in the sky to produce the intense heat that persisted throughout the afternoon, but it still shone brightly and she could feel its warmth upon her head and shoulders.
It's been two days since the festival and he hasn't even tried to contact me.
Unfortunately, her tranquil surroundings could not quiet the tumultuous cerebrations that tumbled through her mind. Osorsen. He was lost to her now, yet still memories of him spun through her head like the dust that swirled across the desert sands. How she wanted to speak to him and explain that she'd had no choice but to accept the Council's choice and marry Iahotep, that she still loved him and always would. He probably believes that I betrayed him and he never wants to see me again.
That notion filled her with so much sorrow that an errant tear meandered down her cheek. Hatsepshut immediately wiped it away, hoping that the slaves following behind her with fans and cool drinks had not seen. She must not appear weak before them or before anybody, though she felt like her heart was breaking.
Not paying much attention where she was going, Hatsepshut wasn't surprised to find herself approaching the pond where a flock of sacred ibises were kept. They waded in the clear water, their long graceful necks swiveling to look toward her. She sat down upon a bench and watched them, hoping that their tranquility would calm the turmoil inside her.
The petite Queen reached up to adjust the bright beaded straps that held up her kalisaris while she admired the way droplets of water glittered upon the feathers of the birds like millions of tiny diamonds. Her breasts were always tender now and the beads chafed a bit against her skin. At least she could pull them to loosen them a bit, unlike the tight sheaths that hugged the contours of her body. She avoided those when she could because of the pain.
What if Osorsen never cared for me at all? What if all he wanted was to be Pharaoh and I was only a means to an end? Maybe he has forgotten me already and moved on. There. Her worst fear had just bubbled to the surface of her consciousness, the one notion she had tried so hard to push to the back of her mind during the past two and a half months. Now that it had manifested itself, it would not leave her, and she sighed again, railing against the unfairness of a fate that she had not been able to avoid.
A commotion among the ibises brought her out of her reverie. The bird flapped their black-tipped wings and swiveled their dark heads toward a row of tall verdant bushes that she couldn't see over. Someone was coming. Hatsepshut could hear the cadence of footsteps and looked in the direction of the sound, wondering if she was about to be disturbed. Considering the anxiety that currently tormented her, she believed that any kind of diversion would be most welcome.
Greece. They were sending him away. Far away where no doubt both Isetheperu and Iahotep hoped he would die and remove himself as a burden from their backs. One of the northern kings had asked for an envoy, and of course due to his rank and skill as an ambassador he had been an easy choice. Osorsen scowled at the thought as he moved through the palace, orders clutched right in his hand from whatever low ranked commander had handed them over to him. It was only the sound of the birds in the garden that drew him to a pause, and he looked down for a moment with a sigh. He had to see her.
It wasn’t difficult to find a slave who could tell him where she walked, and as he moved through the garden a million thoughts raced through his mind. Why he’d she betrayed him like this? They had made promises to each other he had always been intending to keep, had people in the council who would have supported him if she had only spoken up for her own choice. She hadn’t even told him.
The sound of people told him he was near, and Oso stilled for a moment to take a breath before rounding the corner, frozen in place once more at the sight of her. She was breathtaking as always, seated by the water with the flow of the morning sun shining off her skin, smooth and soft his memory supplied him. When she turned in his direction, he kept his expression blank, a stoic mask he’d cultivated for when difficult situations that needed to hide his true emotions arose. His eyes though burned with a heat that was impossible to disguise. Anger, desire, love, he couldn’t tell which emotion was dominant at the moment.
”Your Evening Radiance.”
It was the most formally he’d addressed her in a long while. When they had been alone before, he had always called her by her name and she called him by his. They had thought to be married, with no need for secrets or formality between them. His bow was stiff as he remained by the foliage which had hidden his initial approach.
”A word, if you will grant it to me. Alone.”
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Greece. They were sending him away. Far away where no doubt both Isetheperu and Iahotep hoped he would die and remove himself as a burden from their backs. One of the northern kings had asked for an envoy, and of course due to his rank and skill as an ambassador he had been an easy choice. Osorsen scowled at the thought as he moved through the palace, orders clutched right in his hand from whatever low ranked commander had handed them over to him. It was only the sound of the birds in the garden that drew him to a pause, and he looked down for a moment with a sigh. He had to see her.
It wasn’t difficult to find a slave who could tell him where she walked, and as he moved through the garden a million thoughts raced through his mind. Why he’d she betrayed him like this? They had made promises to each other he had always been intending to keep, had people in the council who would have supported him if she had only spoken up for her own choice. She hadn’t even told him.
The sound of people told him he was near, and Oso stilled for a moment to take a breath before rounding the corner, frozen in place once more at the sight of her. She was breathtaking as always, seated by the water with the flow of the morning sun shining off her skin, smooth and soft his memory supplied him. When she turned in his direction, he kept his expression blank, a stoic mask he’d cultivated for when difficult situations that needed to hide his true emotions arose. His eyes though burned with a heat that was impossible to disguise. Anger, desire, love, he couldn’t tell which emotion was dominant at the moment.
”Your Evening Radiance.”
It was the most formally he’d addressed her in a long while. When they had been alone before, he had always called her by her name and she called him by his. They had thought to be married, with no need for secrets or formality between them. His bow was stiff as he remained by the foliage which had hidden his initial approach.
”A word, if you will grant it to me. Alone.”
Greece. They were sending him away. Far away where no doubt both Isetheperu and Iahotep hoped he would die and remove himself as a burden from their backs. One of the northern kings had asked for an envoy, and of course due to his rank and skill as an ambassador he had been an easy choice. Osorsen scowled at the thought as he moved through the palace, orders clutched right in his hand from whatever low ranked commander had handed them over to him. It was only the sound of the birds in the garden that drew him to a pause, and he looked down for a moment with a sigh. He had to see her.
It wasn’t difficult to find a slave who could tell him where she walked, and as he moved through the garden a million thoughts raced through his mind. Why he’d she betrayed him like this? They had made promises to each other he had always been intending to keep, had people in the council who would have supported him if she had only spoken up for her own choice. She hadn’t even told him.
The sound of people told him he was near, and Oso stilled for a moment to take a breath before rounding the corner, frozen in place once more at the sight of her. She was breathtaking as always, seated by the water with the flow of the morning sun shining off her skin, smooth and soft his memory supplied him. When she turned in his direction, he kept his expression blank, a stoic mask he’d cultivated for when difficult situations that needed to hide his true emotions arose. His eyes though burned with a heat that was impossible to disguise. Anger, desire, love, he couldn’t tell which emotion was dominant at the moment.
”Your Evening Radiance.”
It was the most formally he’d addressed her in a long while. When they had been alone before, he had always called her by her name and she called him by his. They had thought to be married, with no need for secrets or formality between them. His bow was stiff as he remained by the foliage which had hidden his initial approach.
”A word, if you will grant it to me. Alone.”
It was him, the man who pervaded her every thought and danced through her dreams, the one person she had least expected to encounter on this day or any other. With the rays of the sun haloing his beloved form, it looked as if he was emerging from the mists of her mind, an apparition whom she only wished she could see.
Yet he was really here.
Startled, Hatsepshut could do nothing but stare at Osorsen with wide dark eyes, admiring the subtle rippling of his muscles as he rounded the corner and paused by the bushes that had concealed him from view. Her heart leapt in her chest at the sight of him, and then plummeted to the pit of her stomach with the knowledge that he was now forbidden to her and she to him. She still loved him, though, with her heart, her soul, her mind, and her body.
Does he notice the way I shiver? She wanted to run to him and throw herself in his arms, but at the same time, she wanted to lob something at his head for being so far away when her fate had been decided. Together they could have fought it. Together they could have won. She lifted her gaze to his face and wasn't surprised that his handsome features wore a mask of detachment. His eyes, though, spoke volumes, and the myriad emotions she saw in those dark orbs were mirrored in her own.
He addressed her formally, which disappointed her, yet the rich timbre of his voice still affected her as it always had, sending a wave of intense desire rippling through her veins. “General,” Hatshepsut replied with a cordial nod, thankful now for the hated etiquette lessons that had taught her to hide her feelings behind a facade of graciousness and to speak even when her throat was so dry from fear and confusion that she could hardly swallow. She motioned the slave holding a pitcher of cool water to approach her and she took a deep gulp of it as Osorsen asked to speak to her alone.
“Of course, General,” she answered, waving the slaves away with a slender hand that shook slightly. She was both hot and cold at once and didn't need to be fanned. After the slaves departed, she met Osorsen's gaze again, confusion and sadness mingled with the desire, love, and uncertainty in her eyes. Without realizing it, her teeth briefly worried her lower lip, a sure sign of the anxiety she didn;t want him to see. ”You may approach me.”
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It was him, the man who pervaded her every thought and danced through her dreams, the one person she had least expected to encounter on this day or any other. With the rays of the sun haloing his beloved form, it looked as if he was emerging from the mists of her mind, an apparition whom she only wished she could see.
Yet he was really here.
Startled, Hatsepshut could do nothing but stare at Osorsen with wide dark eyes, admiring the subtle rippling of his muscles as he rounded the corner and paused by the bushes that had concealed him from view. Her heart leapt in her chest at the sight of him, and then plummeted to the pit of her stomach with the knowledge that he was now forbidden to her and she to him. She still loved him, though, with her heart, her soul, her mind, and her body.
Does he notice the way I shiver? She wanted to run to him and throw herself in his arms, but at the same time, she wanted to lob something at his head for being so far away when her fate had been decided. Together they could have fought it. Together they could have won. She lifted her gaze to his face and wasn't surprised that his handsome features wore a mask of detachment. His eyes, though, spoke volumes, and the myriad emotions she saw in those dark orbs were mirrored in her own.
He addressed her formally, which disappointed her, yet the rich timbre of his voice still affected her as it always had, sending a wave of intense desire rippling through her veins. “General,” Hatshepsut replied with a cordial nod, thankful now for the hated etiquette lessons that had taught her to hide her feelings behind a facade of graciousness and to speak even when her throat was so dry from fear and confusion that she could hardly swallow. She motioned the slave holding a pitcher of cool water to approach her and she took a deep gulp of it as Osorsen asked to speak to her alone.
“Of course, General,” she answered, waving the slaves away with a slender hand that shook slightly. She was both hot and cold at once and didn't need to be fanned. After the slaves departed, she met Osorsen's gaze again, confusion and sadness mingled with the desire, love, and uncertainty in her eyes. Without realizing it, her teeth briefly worried her lower lip, a sure sign of the anxiety she didn;t want him to see. ”You may approach me.”
It was him, the man who pervaded her every thought and danced through her dreams, the one person she had least expected to encounter on this day or any other. With the rays of the sun haloing his beloved form, it looked as if he was emerging from the mists of her mind, an apparition whom she only wished she could see.
Yet he was really here.
Startled, Hatsepshut could do nothing but stare at Osorsen with wide dark eyes, admiring the subtle rippling of his muscles as he rounded the corner and paused by the bushes that had concealed him from view. Her heart leapt in her chest at the sight of him, and then plummeted to the pit of her stomach with the knowledge that he was now forbidden to her and she to him. She still loved him, though, with her heart, her soul, her mind, and her body.
Does he notice the way I shiver? She wanted to run to him and throw herself in his arms, but at the same time, she wanted to lob something at his head for being so far away when her fate had been decided. Together they could have fought it. Together they could have won. She lifted her gaze to his face and wasn't surprised that his handsome features wore a mask of detachment. His eyes, though, spoke volumes, and the myriad emotions she saw in those dark orbs were mirrored in her own.
He addressed her formally, which disappointed her, yet the rich timbre of his voice still affected her as it always had, sending a wave of intense desire rippling through her veins. “General,” Hatshepsut replied with a cordial nod, thankful now for the hated etiquette lessons that had taught her to hide her feelings behind a facade of graciousness and to speak even when her throat was so dry from fear and confusion that she could hardly swallow. She motioned the slave holding a pitcher of cool water to approach her and she took a deep gulp of it as Osorsen asked to speak to her alone.
“Of course, General,” she answered, waving the slaves away with a slender hand that shook slightly. She was both hot and cold at once and didn't need to be fanned. After the slaves departed, she met Osorsen's gaze again, confusion and sadness mingled with the desire, love, and uncertainty in her eyes. Without realizing it, her teeth briefly worried her lower lip, a sure sign of the anxiety she didn;t want him to see. ”You may approach me.”
General. She hadn't called him that in a long while, nor had she used her court persona in his presence since they became friends. Back when he had first started giving her lessons in strategy and combat, before the love grew, they had become close and he thought trusted one another. How misplaced that trust had come to show itself. The easy way with which she dismissed her slaves showed that she trusted him still, didn't fear him in any way even though alone like this it would have been almost no effort at all for him to harm her. His heart wouldn't allow it, but she had no way of guaranteeing that anymore.
Osorsen stayed rooted to his place until she gave him permission to approach. Even then it took a long moment before he'd steeled himself enough to take any further steps in her direction. There hadn't been a need for permission before. It had been one of those things they just did. Before he could calculate the exact move, his feet were carrying him closer, closer than was appropriate, and he lifted his hands, catching hold of her cheeks and leaning down to kiss her fiercely. Somehow even though it was not at all what he had intended, he didn't expect her to pull away or protest. It was only a moment before he broke away, pressing his forehead to hers, eyes closed as he tried to measure his breathing.
"Why?"
It was a plea, a desperate and resigned question that he needed the answer to. Why hadn't she fought harder for him, for them? How could the council have overruled her so entirely that there had not even been a hesitation. He hadn't been gone for long, and yet the decision had been made and the marriage celebrated before he had even returned. If she had only held off until he came back, they could have fought this together. She was the queen, the evening radiance of all of Egypt, touched by the gods. Her word could have held off the ceremony long enough for them to reunite and oppose this. The soldiers he led would have followed him, her own would have backed her, had it taken a war they could have been together.
"Why didn't you fight for us?"
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General. She hadn't called him that in a long while, nor had she used her court persona in his presence since they became friends. Back when he had first started giving her lessons in strategy and combat, before the love grew, they had become close and he thought trusted one another. How misplaced that trust had come to show itself. The easy way with which she dismissed her slaves showed that she trusted him still, didn't fear him in any way even though alone like this it would have been almost no effort at all for him to harm her. His heart wouldn't allow it, but she had no way of guaranteeing that anymore.
Osorsen stayed rooted to his place until she gave him permission to approach. Even then it took a long moment before he'd steeled himself enough to take any further steps in her direction. There hadn't been a need for permission before. It had been one of those things they just did. Before he could calculate the exact move, his feet were carrying him closer, closer than was appropriate, and he lifted his hands, catching hold of her cheeks and leaning down to kiss her fiercely. Somehow even though it was not at all what he had intended, he didn't expect her to pull away or protest. It was only a moment before he broke away, pressing his forehead to hers, eyes closed as he tried to measure his breathing.
"Why?"
It was a plea, a desperate and resigned question that he needed the answer to. Why hadn't she fought harder for him, for them? How could the council have overruled her so entirely that there had not even been a hesitation. He hadn't been gone for long, and yet the decision had been made and the marriage celebrated before he had even returned. If she had only held off until he came back, they could have fought this together. She was the queen, the evening radiance of all of Egypt, touched by the gods. Her word could have held off the ceremony long enough for them to reunite and oppose this. The soldiers he led would have followed him, her own would have backed her, had it taken a war they could have been together.
"Why didn't you fight for us?"
General. She hadn't called him that in a long while, nor had she used her court persona in his presence since they became friends. Back when he had first started giving her lessons in strategy and combat, before the love grew, they had become close and he thought trusted one another. How misplaced that trust had come to show itself. The easy way with which she dismissed her slaves showed that she trusted him still, didn't fear him in any way even though alone like this it would have been almost no effort at all for him to harm her. His heart wouldn't allow it, but she had no way of guaranteeing that anymore.
Osorsen stayed rooted to his place until she gave him permission to approach. Even then it took a long moment before he'd steeled himself enough to take any further steps in her direction. There hadn't been a need for permission before. It had been one of those things they just did. Before he could calculate the exact move, his feet were carrying him closer, closer than was appropriate, and he lifted his hands, catching hold of her cheeks and leaning down to kiss her fiercely. Somehow even though it was not at all what he had intended, he didn't expect her to pull away or protest. It was only a moment before he broke away, pressing his forehead to hers, eyes closed as he tried to measure his breathing.
"Why?"
It was a plea, a desperate and resigned question that he needed the answer to. Why hadn't she fought harder for him, for them? How could the council have overruled her so entirely that there had not even been a hesitation. He hadn't been gone for long, and yet the decision had been made and the marriage celebrated before he had even returned. If she had only held off until he came back, they could have fought this together. She was the queen, the evening radiance of all of Egypt, touched by the gods. Her word could have held off the ceremony long enough for them to reunite and oppose this. The soldiers he led would have followed him, her own would have backed her, had it taken a war they could have been together.
"Why didn't you fight for us?"
If he had approached her without permission, Hatshepsut wouldn't have cared. In fact, that was what she wanted him to do, to rush to her side and take her in his arms as they had done so many times in the past. Yet he just stood there, as if waiting for something, and so she said the formal words that told every courtier in Egypt that she was willing to grant them an impromptu audience. She remembered how strange that aspect of her position had seemed to her shortly after she had been crowned. Now it was second nature to give others permission to speak to her privately, but with Osorsen, she had never used it until now.
Still he didn't move. Would he turn around and stalk away from her, deciding that she had accepted her marriage to Iahotep and no longer considered him worth her time? How wrong he would be, and if he did turn away, she knew that she would through caution to the wind and run after him.
Then he moved toward her, quickly closing the distance between them, reaching out to cradle her cheeks in his hands. Her lips parted instinctively before Osorsen crushed them with a searing kiss that quite literally took her breath away. Hatshepsut's young body hummed with enticing sensations and she drank in the taste of him and reveled in the prickliness of his beard against her soft skin.
For a brief moment, everything was all right with the world again and her heart soared with elation. Until he pulled away, pressing his forehead against hers and uttering the question that had tortured her own thoughts during the last two months.
Her golden arms wound around his neck, and she softly stroked his hair. “If I had protested,” she whispered, “you might not have come back from Greece at all. If you stood between Iahotep and the throne, he would have removed you permanently, so that you would not cause trouble for him again.
“Everything seemed orchestrated, Osorsen. You were conveniently dispatched so that you wouldn't be able to fight him and I wasn't present when the Council proclaimed him Pharaoh. I was informed by a note, so that I would not be able to speak against him. All of our carefully-laid plans were thwarted, as if he ... or one of his supporters ... had already known of them. If you had been here, maybe we could have fought the Council together, but I couldn't take the risk that you would be killed if I refused to marry him.”
A singled tear meandered down the young Queen's cheek. “I did it for you, Osorsen. To save your life, even if there is no longer a place for me in it. I love you …”
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If he had approached her without permission, Hatshepsut wouldn't have cared. In fact, that was what she wanted him to do, to rush to her side and take her in his arms as they had done so many times in the past. Yet he just stood there, as if waiting for something, and so she said the formal words that told every courtier in Egypt that she was willing to grant them an impromptu audience. She remembered how strange that aspect of her position had seemed to her shortly after she had been crowned. Now it was second nature to give others permission to speak to her privately, but with Osorsen, she had never used it until now.
Still he didn't move. Would he turn around and stalk away from her, deciding that she had accepted her marriage to Iahotep and no longer considered him worth her time? How wrong he would be, and if he did turn away, she knew that she would through caution to the wind and run after him.
Then he moved toward her, quickly closing the distance between them, reaching out to cradle her cheeks in his hands. Her lips parted instinctively before Osorsen crushed them with a searing kiss that quite literally took her breath away. Hatshepsut's young body hummed with enticing sensations and she drank in the taste of him and reveled in the prickliness of his beard against her soft skin.
For a brief moment, everything was all right with the world again and her heart soared with elation. Until he pulled away, pressing his forehead against hers and uttering the question that had tortured her own thoughts during the last two months.
Her golden arms wound around his neck, and she softly stroked his hair. “If I had protested,” she whispered, “you might not have come back from Greece at all. If you stood between Iahotep and the throne, he would have removed you permanently, so that you would not cause trouble for him again.
“Everything seemed orchestrated, Osorsen. You were conveniently dispatched so that you wouldn't be able to fight him and I wasn't present when the Council proclaimed him Pharaoh. I was informed by a note, so that I would not be able to speak against him. All of our carefully-laid plans were thwarted, as if he ... or one of his supporters ... had already known of them. If you had been here, maybe we could have fought the Council together, but I couldn't take the risk that you would be killed if I refused to marry him.”
A singled tear meandered down the young Queen's cheek. “I did it for you, Osorsen. To save your life, even if there is no longer a place for me in it. I love you …”
If he had approached her without permission, Hatshepsut wouldn't have cared. In fact, that was what she wanted him to do, to rush to her side and take her in his arms as they had done so many times in the past. Yet he just stood there, as if waiting for something, and so she said the formal words that told every courtier in Egypt that she was willing to grant them an impromptu audience. She remembered how strange that aspect of her position had seemed to her shortly after she had been crowned. Now it was second nature to give others permission to speak to her privately, but with Osorsen, she had never used it until now.
Still he didn't move. Would he turn around and stalk away from her, deciding that she had accepted her marriage to Iahotep and no longer considered him worth her time? How wrong he would be, and if he did turn away, she knew that she would through caution to the wind and run after him.
Then he moved toward her, quickly closing the distance between them, reaching out to cradle her cheeks in his hands. Her lips parted instinctively before Osorsen crushed them with a searing kiss that quite literally took her breath away. Hatshepsut's young body hummed with enticing sensations and she drank in the taste of him and reveled in the prickliness of his beard against her soft skin.
For a brief moment, everything was all right with the world again and her heart soared with elation. Until he pulled away, pressing his forehead against hers and uttering the question that had tortured her own thoughts during the last two months.
Her golden arms wound around his neck, and she softly stroked his hair. “If I had protested,” she whispered, “you might not have come back from Greece at all. If you stood between Iahotep and the throne, he would have removed you permanently, so that you would not cause trouble for him again.
“Everything seemed orchestrated, Osorsen. You were conveniently dispatched so that you wouldn't be able to fight him and I wasn't present when the Council proclaimed him Pharaoh. I was informed by a note, so that I would not be able to speak against him. All of our carefully-laid plans were thwarted, as if he ... or one of his supporters ... had already known of them. If you had been here, maybe we could have fought the Council together, but I couldn't take the risk that you would be killed if I refused to marry him.”
A singled tear meandered down the young Queen's cheek. “I did it for you, Osorsen. To save your life, even if there is no longer a place for me in it. I love you …”
He refused to let go, keeping a tight hold of her in spite of what propriety said, in spite of what might happen if they were caught together. He didn't care, couldn't care anymore. More than anything else he needed to know why their dreams for the future had been thwarted and what had happened to make this misery take hold. His hands slid into her hair, upsetting any style as he tried to keep her close just in case this was the last moment. Only her arms around his neck allowed him to breathe any sigh of relief. If she still cared for him, still loved him, then perhaps they could find a way around this together.
Clutching her tight to his chest, he listened as she breathed her response in his ear, her breath and touch warming him as it always did. Osorsen hated the weakness that came along with the love he bore her, it was the reason he didn't call his men to rise up and burn the place to the ground where it stood. She was the reason he had accepted this as well as he had, because he couldn't think of doing anything that could cause her harm in this moment. He shook his head as she protested that it had all been for him, to save his life.
"My life has never been in danger. He could not touch me, my men are too loyal and alert. I promised I would always return, no matter what."
The general pulled back slightly, looking down at her with a sorrowful expression. He lifted a hand to her chin, tipping it up gently with a few fingers as his other hand brushed at the single tear. His poor love had been tricked, and that was exactly what they had wanted. By convincing her somehow that he would be harmed or killed if she refused, they had gotten her to agree quietly instead of putting up any resistance. He wanted to find a way to go back in time, remind her over and over again that he had command of the largest army in Egypt, that he knew and trusted every single one of his men to protect and fight loyally for him. But it had all passed now, and she was another man's wife.
"You can still be in my life. I'll challenge him. Or kill him. I have as much a right and claim to the throne as he, and I have your love, which is all we need."
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He refused to let go, keeping a tight hold of her in spite of what propriety said, in spite of what might happen if they were caught together. He didn't care, couldn't care anymore. More than anything else he needed to know why their dreams for the future had been thwarted and what had happened to make this misery take hold. His hands slid into her hair, upsetting any style as he tried to keep her close just in case this was the last moment. Only her arms around his neck allowed him to breathe any sigh of relief. If she still cared for him, still loved him, then perhaps they could find a way around this together.
Clutching her tight to his chest, he listened as she breathed her response in his ear, her breath and touch warming him as it always did. Osorsen hated the weakness that came along with the love he bore her, it was the reason he didn't call his men to rise up and burn the place to the ground where it stood. She was the reason he had accepted this as well as he had, because he couldn't think of doing anything that could cause her harm in this moment. He shook his head as she protested that it had all been for him, to save his life.
"My life has never been in danger. He could not touch me, my men are too loyal and alert. I promised I would always return, no matter what."
The general pulled back slightly, looking down at her with a sorrowful expression. He lifted a hand to her chin, tipping it up gently with a few fingers as his other hand brushed at the single tear. His poor love had been tricked, and that was exactly what they had wanted. By convincing her somehow that he would be harmed or killed if she refused, they had gotten her to agree quietly instead of putting up any resistance. He wanted to find a way to go back in time, remind her over and over again that he had command of the largest army in Egypt, that he knew and trusted every single one of his men to protect and fight loyally for him. But it had all passed now, and she was another man's wife.
"You can still be in my life. I'll challenge him. Or kill him. I have as much a right and claim to the throne as he, and I have your love, which is all we need."
He refused to let go, keeping a tight hold of her in spite of what propriety said, in spite of what might happen if they were caught together. He didn't care, couldn't care anymore. More than anything else he needed to know why their dreams for the future had been thwarted and what had happened to make this misery take hold. His hands slid into her hair, upsetting any style as he tried to keep her close just in case this was the last moment. Only her arms around his neck allowed him to breathe any sigh of relief. If she still cared for him, still loved him, then perhaps they could find a way around this together.
Clutching her tight to his chest, he listened as she breathed her response in his ear, her breath and touch warming him as it always did. Osorsen hated the weakness that came along with the love he bore her, it was the reason he didn't call his men to rise up and burn the place to the ground where it stood. She was the reason he had accepted this as well as he had, because he couldn't think of doing anything that could cause her harm in this moment. He shook his head as she protested that it had all been for him, to save his life.
"My life has never been in danger. He could not touch me, my men are too loyal and alert. I promised I would always return, no matter what."
The general pulled back slightly, looking down at her with a sorrowful expression. He lifted a hand to her chin, tipping it up gently with a few fingers as his other hand brushed at the single tear. His poor love had been tricked, and that was exactly what they had wanted. By convincing her somehow that he would be harmed or killed if she refused, they had gotten her to agree quietly instead of putting up any resistance. He wanted to find a way to go back in time, remind her over and over again that he had command of the largest army in Egypt, that he knew and trusted every single one of his men to protect and fight loyally for him. But it had all passed now, and she was another man's wife.
"You can still be in my life. I'll challenge him. Or kill him. I have as much a right and claim to the throne as he, and I have your love, which is all we need."
Hatshepsut leaned against him, transferring her arms around his waist. His heartbeat was comforting beneath her ear, just as it had always been when she had fallen asleep in his arms after they had made love. She had asked for privacy this morning. Nobody would disturb this precious moment, not even for urgent business, for Iahotep took care of that now and had never bothered to consult her. Osorsen would have been a different kind of Pharaoh. They would have ruled together in perfect harmony and Egypt would have benefited greatly.
But she had ruined that dream by not trusting his promise for fear that Iahotep would have made certain that he couldn't keep it. “He is brutally ambitious and such a man will go to any lengths to rid himself of his foes. You were foremost among them because of your victories in battle and my fondness for you. If I had protested, he would have found a way, Osorsen. He waited until you were gone to make his move. I doubt not that one of his men was in a position to assassinate you had I rebelled.”
Her breath caught in her throat as he pulled back, afraid that he might revile her for her cowardice and stalk away. When he tilted her chin and brushed away her tear, it whooshed out of her in a sigh of relief. Others threatened to erupt from behind her eyes but she blinked them back. Taking his hand, Hatshepsut studied the sparkle of wetness upon his fingers before lifting it to her lips and kissing it and clasping it to her chest.
I can still be in his life. He still loves me even after what I have done.
“You have more claim to the throne than he. You are a noble from a great Hei and he is only a commoner. Why the council chose him I will never know. Maybe he bribed or blackmailed them. I wouldn't put anything past him. If you … we … dare to challenge him, we must tread carefully. His spies are everywhere. There might even be one among your men. I should like to see him dead, especially by your hand.”
She didn't have any qualms at all about wishing for her husband's death. However, if Iahtop perished, there was one complication. Hatshepsut strongly suspected that she was carrying her husband's child. If she bore a son, he would become Pharaoh at the moment of his father's demise. But Osorsen could be his regent and rule through him. She wanted to tell him, but she needed to be certain that she was pregnant first.
Without any thought for propriety, or those spies she had just spoken of, she slid into his lap. “You will always have my love. I wish we could sneak away together now so that I could show you how much you mean to me.”
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Hatshepsut leaned against him, transferring her arms around his waist. His heartbeat was comforting beneath her ear, just as it had always been when she had fallen asleep in his arms after they had made love. She had asked for privacy this morning. Nobody would disturb this precious moment, not even for urgent business, for Iahotep took care of that now and had never bothered to consult her. Osorsen would have been a different kind of Pharaoh. They would have ruled together in perfect harmony and Egypt would have benefited greatly.
But she had ruined that dream by not trusting his promise for fear that Iahotep would have made certain that he couldn't keep it. “He is brutally ambitious and such a man will go to any lengths to rid himself of his foes. You were foremost among them because of your victories in battle and my fondness for you. If I had protested, he would have found a way, Osorsen. He waited until you were gone to make his move. I doubt not that one of his men was in a position to assassinate you had I rebelled.”
Her breath caught in her throat as he pulled back, afraid that he might revile her for her cowardice and stalk away. When he tilted her chin and brushed away her tear, it whooshed out of her in a sigh of relief. Others threatened to erupt from behind her eyes but she blinked them back. Taking his hand, Hatshepsut studied the sparkle of wetness upon his fingers before lifting it to her lips and kissing it and clasping it to her chest.
I can still be in his life. He still loves me even after what I have done.
“You have more claim to the throne than he. You are a noble from a great Hei and he is only a commoner. Why the council chose him I will never know. Maybe he bribed or blackmailed them. I wouldn't put anything past him. If you … we … dare to challenge him, we must tread carefully. His spies are everywhere. There might even be one among your men. I should like to see him dead, especially by your hand.”
She didn't have any qualms at all about wishing for her husband's death. However, if Iahtop perished, there was one complication. Hatshepsut strongly suspected that she was carrying her husband's child. If she bore a son, he would become Pharaoh at the moment of his father's demise. But Osorsen could be his regent and rule through him. She wanted to tell him, but she needed to be certain that she was pregnant first.
Without any thought for propriety, or those spies she had just spoken of, she slid into his lap. “You will always have my love. I wish we could sneak away together now so that I could show you how much you mean to me.”
Hatshepsut leaned against him, transferring her arms around his waist. His heartbeat was comforting beneath her ear, just as it had always been when she had fallen asleep in his arms after they had made love. She had asked for privacy this morning. Nobody would disturb this precious moment, not even for urgent business, for Iahotep took care of that now and had never bothered to consult her. Osorsen would have been a different kind of Pharaoh. They would have ruled together in perfect harmony and Egypt would have benefited greatly.
But she had ruined that dream by not trusting his promise for fear that Iahotep would have made certain that he couldn't keep it. “He is brutally ambitious and such a man will go to any lengths to rid himself of his foes. You were foremost among them because of your victories in battle and my fondness for you. If I had protested, he would have found a way, Osorsen. He waited until you were gone to make his move. I doubt not that one of his men was in a position to assassinate you had I rebelled.”
Her breath caught in her throat as he pulled back, afraid that he might revile her for her cowardice and stalk away. When he tilted her chin and brushed away her tear, it whooshed out of her in a sigh of relief. Others threatened to erupt from behind her eyes but she blinked them back. Taking his hand, Hatshepsut studied the sparkle of wetness upon his fingers before lifting it to her lips and kissing it and clasping it to her chest.
I can still be in his life. He still loves me even after what I have done.
“You have more claim to the throne than he. You are a noble from a great Hei and he is only a commoner. Why the council chose him I will never know. Maybe he bribed or blackmailed them. I wouldn't put anything past him. If you … we … dare to challenge him, we must tread carefully. His spies are everywhere. There might even be one among your men. I should like to see him dead, especially by your hand.”
She didn't have any qualms at all about wishing for her husband's death. However, if Iahtop perished, there was one complication. Hatshepsut strongly suspected that she was carrying her husband's child. If she bore a son, he would become Pharaoh at the moment of his father's demise. But Osorsen could be his regent and rule through him. She wanted to tell him, but she needed to be certain that she was pregnant first.
Without any thought for propriety, or those spies she had just spoken of, she slid into his lap. “You will always have my love. I wish we could sneak away together now so that I could show you how much you mean to me.”
A growl escaped his throat when she spoke of Iahotep's ambition, he'd known this from the start, the man had never been good at hiding it. Holding her closer to him he looked over Hatshepsut's head to the gardens around them until he had more control over his emotions. Everything that he had been suppressing since his return was threatening to rise up now and spill forth, and he couldn't allow it to, not in front of her. She had been forced through so much he had to be strong for her, for them. If they were ever going to get what they desired they would both have to be far stronger than they ever had been before.
Her lips against his finger drew his attention and he gave a soft smile as she held it to her chest, desire stirring as he felt the soft swell of her chest beneath his hand. It had been far too long since he'd had her, no other had been able to satisfy him quite like she. For all her youth she had been eager to learn, and quick to it.
"I promise you, in the sight of all gods, I will kill him."
The words of a killer spoken in the tone of a lover were new, and as she curled against him he scooped her into his arms and sat on the bench beside them, cradling her close as he breathed her in. As tempting as it was to stride through the halls of the palace to find and end him now, they had to be more careful than that. The people had to support them, but that was the easy part. All of Egypt loved their queen, and he had gained respect in protecting their lands over his life, but Iahotep was now the crowned Pharaoh, and the ones who killed him would have a stain on their hands.
"I have to go. But when I return from Greece, I will have a plan. Do you think you can survive until then?"
Bile rose in his throat at the thought of the old man touching her, taking her to bed as he no doubt already had. His hold tightened and he had to remind himself not to grip her so that there would be bruising.
"We could run, if that was what you wanted. Go north, disappear." She would never leave her kingdom in this way though, and he knew it as much as he considered the idea for a moment. And he would never be Pharaoh if he ran.
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A growl escaped his throat when she spoke of Iahotep's ambition, he'd known this from the start, the man had never been good at hiding it. Holding her closer to him he looked over Hatshepsut's head to the gardens around them until he had more control over his emotions. Everything that he had been suppressing since his return was threatening to rise up now and spill forth, and he couldn't allow it to, not in front of her. She had been forced through so much he had to be strong for her, for them. If they were ever going to get what they desired they would both have to be far stronger than they ever had been before.
Her lips against his finger drew his attention and he gave a soft smile as she held it to her chest, desire stirring as he felt the soft swell of her chest beneath his hand. It had been far too long since he'd had her, no other had been able to satisfy him quite like she. For all her youth she had been eager to learn, and quick to it.
"I promise you, in the sight of all gods, I will kill him."
The words of a killer spoken in the tone of a lover were new, and as she curled against him he scooped her into his arms and sat on the bench beside them, cradling her close as he breathed her in. As tempting as it was to stride through the halls of the palace to find and end him now, they had to be more careful than that. The people had to support them, but that was the easy part. All of Egypt loved their queen, and he had gained respect in protecting their lands over his life, but Iahotep was now the crowned Pharaoh, and the ones who killed him would have a stain on their hands.
"I have to go. But when I return from Greece, I will have a plan. Do you think you can survive until then?"
Bile rose in his throat at the thought of the old man touching her, taking her to bed as he no doubt already had. His hold tightened and he had to remind himself not to grip her so that there would be bruising.
"We could run, if that was what you wanted. Go north, disappear." She would never leave her kingdom in this way though, and he knew it as much as he considered the idea for a moment. And he would never be Pharaoh if he ran.
A growl escaped his throat when she spoke of Iahotep's ambition, he'd known this from the start, the man had never been good at hiding it. Holding her closer to him he looked over Hatshepsut's head to the gardens around them until he had more control over his emotions. Everything that he had been suppressing since his return was threatening to rise up now and spill forth, and he couldn't allow it to, not in front of her. She had been forced through so much he had to be strong for her, for them. If they were ever going to get what they desired they would both have to be far stronger than they ever had been before.
Her lips against his finger drew his attention and he gave a soft smile as she held it to her chest, desire stirring as he felt the soft swell of her chest beneath his hand. It had been far too long since he'd had her, no other had been able to satisfy him quite like she. For all her youth she had been eager to learn, and quick to it.
"I promise you, in the sight of all gods, I will kill him."
The words of a killer spoken in the tone of a lover were new, and as she curled against him he scooped her into his arms and sat on the bench beside them, cradling her close as he breathed her in. As tempting as it was to stride through the halls of the palace to find and end him now, they had to be more careful than that. The people had to support them, but that was the easy part. All of Egypt loved their queen, and he had gained respect in protecting their lands over his life, but Iahotep was now the crowned Pharaoh, and the ones who killed him would have a stain on their hands.
"I have to go. But when I return from Greece, I will have a plan. Do you think you can survive until then?"
Bile rose in his throat at the thought of the old man touching her, taking her to bed as he no doubt already had. His hold tightened and he had to remind himself not to grip her so that there would be bruising.
"We could run, if that was what you wanted. Go north, disappear." She would never leave her kingdom in this way though, and he knew it as much as he considered the idea for a moment. And he would never be Pharaoh if he ran.
Even had she been unable to sense his anger, his low growl would have alerted her to his ire. Hatshepsut knew that he was holding it back for her sake. Osorsen had always put her first, while Iahotep, coarse ignoble brute that he was, cared only for himself and the power he lorded over others. Her lover's soft smile was like a beacon of light in the darkness that had taken hold of her life, and her body hummed with blissful sensations as she held his hand over her heart.
Could he feel its beating quicken with the desire she felt for him? She knew they could not make love now, here in the garden, but she wished that they could. His touch would wash away her husband's cruelty and give her the kind of joy she could never experience with anybody else.
His vow to kill Iahotep was like words of love to her ears and she sighed with happiness as he gathered her up and sat back down with her upon his lap. His warmth and scent surrounded her and filled her body with a delectable heat that seemed to burn through her thin kalisaris.
“And when you do, you will take his place and we will be together forever, just like we were meant to be.” Hatshepsut wanted desperately to tell Osorsen how Iahotep had struck her the day after they were married, but she was afraid that he would lose his temper completely and go after the barbarous Pharaoh immediately and damn the consequences.
She would need to tell him at some point, but it was easy to forget her husband's cruelty when she was cradled so securely in her lover's arms. Yet when Osorsen said that he must go, she began to tremble. “I was hoping you could stay with me for at least a few days.” Her disappointment was evident in her lyrical voice. “Do you have to go back to Greece so soon?”
The young Queen wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his head down to her level and kissing him lightly upon his lips. “They don't need you there as much as I need you here.” She wasn't trying to convince him to shirk his duties; she knew that he never would and that was one reason she loved him so much. He was as devoted to Egypt as she was.
“I will manage without you,” she said with a soft sigh. “Do not fear for me. He will not hurt me. I am the key to his power. Without me, he would lose everything he has gained.” Hatshepsut had learned to avoid Iahotep when she could, and to submit meekly to him when she couldn't. She could keep up the pretense until Osorsen came back to her.
His suggestion was tempting. If they ran away together, they could live without the responsibilities that currently rested upon their shoulders. They would be two people among many, making their way in the world, raising a family, and growing old together.
Hatshepsut looked up at him and shook her head, her long dark curls brushing against his arms. “As appealing as the notion is, I could never abandon my kingdom. And I don't think you could either. We would regret our decision when Egypt falls into ruin under Iahotep's rule.”
She turned her head toward the pond where the sacred ibises waded, beautiful and serene. “No, my love. We must stay and fight this.” She kissed him again. “The gods do not promise that the paths they set us on will be easy. But they are on our side. I shall trust in them just as I trust in you.”
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Even had she been unable to sense his anger, his low growl would have alerted her to his ire. Hatshepsut knew that he was holding it back for her sake. Osorsen had always put her first, while Iahotep, coarse ignoble brute that he was, cared only for himself and the power he lorded over others. Her lover's soft smile was like a beacon of light in the darkness that had taken hold of her life, and her body hummed with blissful sensations as she held his hand over her heart.
Could he feel its beating quicken with the desire she felt for him? She knew they could not make love now, here in the garden, but she wished that they could. His touch would wash away her husband's cruelty and give her the kind of joy she could never experience with anybody else.
His vow to kill Iahotep was like words of love to her ears and she sighed with happiness as he gathered her up and sat back down with her upon his lap. His warmth and scent surrounded her and filled her body with a delectable heat that seemed to burn through her thin kalisaris.
“And when you do, you will take his place and we will be together forever, just like we were meant to be.” Hatshepsut wanted desperately to tell Osorsen how Iahotep had struck her the day after they were married, but she was afraid that he would lose his temper completely and go after the barbarous Pharaoh immediately and damn the consequences.
She would need to tell him at some point, but it was easy to forget her husband's cruelty when she was cradled so securely in her lover's arms. Yet when Osorsen said that he must go, she began to tremble. “I was hoping you could stay with me for at least a few days.” Her disappointment was evident in her lyrical voice. “Do you have to go back to Greece so soon?”
The young Queen wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his head down to her level and kissing him lightly upon his lips. “They don't need you there as much as I need you here.” She wasn't trying to convince him to shirk his duties; she knew that he never would and that was one reason she loved him so much. He was as devoted to Egypt as she was.
“I will manage without you,” she said with a soft sigh. “Do not fear for me. He will not hurt me. I am the key to his power. Without me, he would lose everything he has gained.” Hatshepsut had learned to avoid Iahotep when she could, and to submit meekly to him when she couldn't. She could keep up the pretense until Osorsen came back to her.
His suggestion was tempting. If they ran away together, they could live without the responsibilities that currently rested upon their shoulders. They would be two people among many, making their way in the world, raising a family, and growing old together.
Hatshepsut looked up at him and shook her head, her long dark curls brushing against his arms. “As appealing as the notion is, I could never abandon my kingdom. And I don't think you could either. We would regret our decision when Egypt falls into ruin under Iahotep's rule.”
She turned her head toward the pond where the sacred ibises waded, beautiful and serene. “No, my love. We must stay and fight this.” She kissed him again. “The gods do not promise that the paths they set us on will be easy. But they are on our side. I shall trust in them just as I trust in you.”
Even had she been unable to sense his anger, his low growl would have alerted her to his ire. Hatshepsut knew that he was holding it back for her sake. Osorsen had always put her first, while Iahotep, coarse ignoble brute that he was, cared only for himself and the power he lorded over others. Her lover's soft smile was like a beacon of light in the darkness that had taken hold of her life, and her body hummed with blissful sensations as she held his hand over her heart.
Could he feel its beating quicken with the desire she felt for him? She knew they could not make love now, here in the garden, but she wished that they could. His touch would wash away her husband's cruelty and give her the kind of joy she could never experience with anybody else.
His vow to kill Iahotep was like words of love to her ears and she sighed with happiness as he gathered her up and sat back down with her upon his lap. His warmth and scent surrounded her and filled her body with a delectable heat that seemed to burn through her thin kalisaris.
“And when you do, you will take his place and we will be together forever, just like we were meant to be.” Hatshepsut wanted desperately to tell Osorsen how Iahotep had struck her the day after they were married, but she was afraid that he would lose his temper completely and go after the barbarous Pharaoh immediately and damn the consequences.
She would need to tell him at some point, but it was easy to forget her husband's cruelty when she was cradled so securely in her lover's arms. Yet when Osorsen said that he must go, she began to tremble. “I was hoping you could stay with me for at least a few days.” Her disappointment was evident in her lyrical voice. “Do you have to go back to Greece so soon?”
The young Queen wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his head down to her level and kissing him lightly upon his lips. “They don't need you there as much as I need you here.” She wasn't trying to convince him to shirk his duties; she knew that he never would and that was one reason she loved him so much. He was as devoted to Egypt as she was.
“I will manage without you,” she said with a soft sigh. “Do not fear for me. He will not hurt me. I am the key to his power. Without me, he would lose everything he has gained.” Hatshepsut had learned to avoid Iahotep when she could, and to submit meekly to him when she couldn't. She could keep up the pretense until Osorsen came back to her.
His suggestion was tempting. If they ran away together, they could live without the responsibilities that currently rested upon their shoulders. They would be two people among many, making their way in the world, raising a family, and growing old together.
Hatshepsut looked up at him and shook her head, her long dark curls brushing against his arms. “As appealing as the notion is, I could never abandon my kingdom. And I don't think you could either. We would regret our decision when Egypt falls into ruin under Iahotep's rule.”
She turned her head toward the pond where the sacred ibises waded, beautiful and serene. “No, my love. We must stay and fight this.” She kissed him again. “The gods do not promise that the paths they set us on will be easy. But they are on our side. I shall trust in them just as I trust in you.”
Her voice was sweet as honey to his ears, the softness in her tone held still a power to it that not many were aware of. When she came into her own, held her own power in grasp, his Hatshepsut would be a sight to behold. He'd hoped to help her, that together they could bring about one of the greatest ages Egypt had seen in many years, but with the barricade of the former general in their way they would have to be careful, building from the ground up instead of the ledge they'd previously held. All thought of careful planning vanished from his mind when her lips found his neck, his grip on her tightening and one hand seeking to be lost in the thick waves of her hair.
"I do, he has ordered it of me. But we will find a way, I swear on my life."
Seeking her kiss, the general lingered longer in the moment and wished they could have time. Sooner or later though, someone would come to find them, they would be missed and if everyone knew of their affair it could put an immediate halt to their futures. He could now be executed for what they were doing, if the wrong person caught wind of it the tenuous grip they had on one another could be severed forever.
"Then we will stay. And together we will be victorious."
Osorsen could not resist this time as she stole another kiss, parting his lips against her own and deepening their connection. Large hands ran along her sides, and he marveled at how slight she was beneath his touch, soft and perfect in every way. It was becoming more and more difficult to remind himself how dangerous it would be if they were discovered, desire attempting to overtake logic by telling him how many places they could hide in the gardens. Only when she turned away to look at the water did he finally manage control, resting his head against her shoulder to catch his breath.
"The gods smile upon you, my heart. They always have, and I will always return to your side."
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Her voice was sweet as honey to his ears, the softness in her tone held still a power to it that not many were aware of. When she came into her own, held her own power in grasp, his Hatshepsut would be a sight to behold. He'd hoped to help her, that together they could bring about one of the greatest ages Egypt had seen in many years, but with the barricade of the former general in their way they would have to be careful, building from the ground up instead of the ledge they'd previously held. All thought of careful planning vanished from his mind when her lips found his neck, his grip on her tightening and one hand seeking to be lost in the thick waves of her hair.
"I do, he has ordered it of me. But we will find a way, I swear on my life."
Seeking her kiss, the general lingered longer in the moment and wished they could have time. Sooner or later though, someone would come to find them, they would be missed and if everyone knew of their affair it could put an immediate halt to their futures. He could now be executed for what they were doing, if the wrong person caught wind of it the tenuous grip they had on one another could be severed forever.
"Then we will stay. And together we will be victorious."
Osorsen could not resist this time as she stole another kiss, parting his lips against her own and deepening their connection. Large hands ran along her sides, and he marveled at how slight she was beneath his touch, soft and perfect in every way. It was becoming more and more difficult to remind himself how dangerous it would be if they were discovered, desire attempting to overtake logic by telling him how many places they could hide in the gardens. Only when she turned away to look at the water did he finally manage control, resting his head against her shoulder to catch his breath.
"The gods smile upon you, my heart. They always have, and I will always return to your side."
Her voice was sweet as honey to his ears, the softness in her tone held still a power to it that not many were aware of. When she came into her own, held her own power in grasp, his Hatshepsut would be a sight to behold. He'd hoped to help her, that together they could bring about one of the greatest ages Egypt had seen in many years, but with the barricade of the former general in their way they would have to be careful, building from the ground up instead of the ledge they'd previously held. All thought of careful planning vanished from his mind when her lips found his neck, his grip on her tightening and one hand seeking to be lost in the thick waves of her hair.
"I do, he has ordered it of me. But we will find a way, I swear on my life."
Seeking her kiss, the general lingered longer in the moment and wished they could have time. Sooner or later though, someone would come to find them, they would be missed and if everyone knew of their affair it could put an immediate halt to their futures. He could now be executed for what they were doing, if the wrong person caught wind of it the tenuous grip they had on one another could be severed forever.
"Then we will stay. And together we will be victorious."
Osorsen could not resist this time as she stole another kiss, parting his lips against her own and deepening their connection. Large hands ran along her sides, and he marveled at how slight she was beneath his touch, soft and perfect in every way. It was becoming more and more difficult to remind himself how dangerous it would be if they were discovered, desire attempting to overtake logic by telling him how many places they could hide in the gardens. Only when she turned away to look at the water did he finally manage control, resting his head against her shoulder to catch his breath.
"The gods smile upon you, my heart. They always have, and I will always return to your side."
Cradled lovingly on Osorens's arms, Hatshepsut could almost forget her fears for the future and the misery that had become her life. It had always been that way when she was with him. He gave her hope as well as his love, and she truly believed that together, they could achieve the impossible and wrest control of Egypt from a tyrannical Pharaoh. Her beloved General was every beat of her heart and every breath she took.
With her working against Iahotep at court and him influencing the military, they would triumph and then they would no longer have to hide their love from the world. The young Queen had more faith in Osorsen than she had in herself, but with his help, she would succeed. Even if he couldn't remain in Egypt, he was always with her, in her heart and in her thoughts.
She closed her eyes as his hand moved into her hair, wishing that he could caress and kiss her all over. It had been so long since they had made love, and she craved the feeling of their bodies coming together as one. Even his words about Iahotep could not diminish her desire. “He knows that you are a threat to him. That is why he is sending you away. He's afraid of you, Oso, and knows that he has taken what should have been yours. He will breathe easier with you in Greece.”
Hatshepsut doubted that her husband knew that she and Osorsen were lovers. If so, he would have already executed him for treason. However, it was no secret that they were fond of each other and had been good friends for years. Iahotep would definitely want to keep his rival away from both his wife and from Egypt until his position was secure and nobody would dare to question his orders. Of course, there was more than one way to get rid of the competition ...
“Please be careful while you are gone, my love,” she implored him, reaching up and tracing the line of those lips that gave her so much pleasure when they were crushed against her own. “He might hire someone to assassinate you. Have a taster sample all your food and be prepared for an unexpected attack.” Her Osorsen was smart and clever. She knew he would never let down his guard but it never hurt to be reminded that one wasn't invincible. Hatshepsut didn't want to lose him, the center of her world.
The young Queen grinned when he claimed they would be victorious. She had known that he would understand her refusal to leave her kingdom. Together they would take it back and send Iahotep slithering into whatever hole he had crawled out of. They would ruin him so thoroughly that he would never be able to recover his honor.
All thoughts of her hated husband vanished as Osorsen deepened their kiss. It was as if the world melted away and all that remained was the two of them. His hands gliding along her sides sent a familiar hot little thrill that started beneath his fingers and spread languorously through her body. Her own moved between them and gently stroked his bare chest. Ahh, how she loved him, how she hungered for him! There were places in the garden where nobody would find them, but how long would it be before her servants came looking for her? Or until one of his soldiers sought him out? No, it was too dangerous, especially for him.
When they finally broke the kiss, Osorsen leaned his head against her shoulder and she wrapped one arm around him and softly caressed his neck. “Sometimes I wonder,” she replied, watching a sacred ibis stretch its black-tipped wings. “If the gods are pleased with me, then why did they not grant my one request … for you to rule by my side … and instead shackled me to Iahotep? Maybe they are testing us in some way.”
Shaking her head, she smiled up at him. “You had better come back to me. I cannot live without you. How long will it be before you leave for Greece? I should like to meet with you somewhere private and show you how much I love you before you go.”
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Cradled lovingly on Osorens's arms, Hatshepsut could almost forget her fears for the future and the misery that had become her life. It had always been that way when she was with him. He gave her hope as well as his love, and she truly believed that together, they could achieve the impossible and wrest control of Egypt from a tyrannical Pharaoh. Her beloved General was every beat of her heart and every breath she took.
With her working against Iahotep at court and him influencing the military, they would triumph and then they would no longer have to hide their love from the world. The young Queen had more faith in Osorsen than she had in herself, but with his help, she would succeed. Even if he couldn't remain in Egypt, he was always with her, in her heart and in her thoughts.
She closed her eyes as his hand moved into her hair, wishing that he could caress and kiss her all over. It had been so long since they had made love, and she craved the feeling of their bodies coming together as one. Even his words about Iahotep could not diminish her desire. “He knows that you are a threat to him. That is why he is sending you away. He's afraid of you, Oso, and knows that he has taken what should have been yours. He will breathe easier with you in Greece.”
Hatshepsut doubted that her husband knew that she and Osorsen were lovers. If so, he would have already executed him for treason. However, it was no secret that they were fond of each other and had been good friends for years. Iahotep would definitely want to keep his rival away from both his wife and from Egypt until his position was secure and nobody would dare to question his orders. Of course, there was more than one way to get rid of the competition ...
“Please be careful while you are gone, my love,” she implored him, reaching up and tracing the line of those lips that gave her so much pleasure when they were crushed against her own. “He might hire someone to assassinate you. Have a taster sample all your food and be prepared for an unexpected attack.” Her Osorsen was smart and clever. She knew he would never let down his guard but it never hurt to be reminded that one wasn't invincible. Hatshepsut didn't want to lose him, the center of her world.
The young Queen grinned when he claimed they would be victorious. She had known that he would understand her refusal to leave her kingdom. Together they would take it back and send Iahotep slithering into whatever hole he had crawled out of. They would ruin him so thoroughly that he would never be able to recover his honor.
All thoughts of her hated husband vanished as Osorsen deepened their kiss. It was as if the world melted away and all that remained was the two of them. His hands gliding along her sides sent a familiar hot little thrill that started beneath his fingers and spread languorously through her body. Her own moved between them and gently stroked his bare chest. Ahh, how she loved him, how she hungered for him! There were places in the garden where nobody would find them, but how long would it be before her servants came looking for her? Or until one of his soldiers sought him out? No, it was too dangerous, especially for him.
When they finally broke the kiss, Osorsen leaned his head against her shoulder and she wrapped one arm around him and softly caressed his neck. “Sometimes I wonder,” she replied, watching a sacred ibis stretch its black-tipped wings. “If the gods are pleased with me, then why did they not grant my one request … for you to rule by my side … and instead shackled me to Iahotep? Maybe they are testing us in some way.”
Shaking her head, she smiled up at him. “You had better come back to me. I cannot live without you. How long will it be before you leave for Greece? I should like to meet with you somewhere private and show you how much I love you before you go.”
Cradled lovingly on Osorens's arms, Hatshepsut could almost forget her fears for the future and the misery that had become her life. It had always been that way when she was with him. He gave her hope as well as his love, and she truly believed that together, they could achieve the impossible and wrest control of Egypt from a tyrannical Pharaoh. Her beloved General was every beat of her heart and every breath she took.
With her working against Iahotep at court and him influencing the military, they would triumph and then they would no longer have to hide their love from the world. The young Queen had more faith in Osorsen than she had in herself, but with his help, she would succeed. Even if he couldn't remain in Egypt, he was always with her, in her heart and in her thoughts.
She closed her eyes as his hand moved into her hair, wishing that he could caress and kiss her all over. It had been so long since they had made love, and she craved the feeling of their bodies coming together as one. Even his words about Iahotep could not diminish her desire. “He knows that you are a threat to him. That is why he is sending you away. He's afraid of you, Oso, and knows that he has taken what should have been yours. He will breathe easier with you in Greece.”
Hatshepsut doubted that her husband knew that she and Osorsen were lovers. If so, he would have already executed him for treason. However, it was no secret that they were fond of each other and had been good friends for years. Iahotep would definitely want to keep his rival away from both his wife and from Egypt until his position was secure and nobody would dare to question his orders. Of course, there was more than one way to get rid of the competition ...
“Please be careful while you are gone, my love,” she implored him, reaching up and tracing the line of those lips that gave her so much pleasure when they were crushed against her own. “He might hire someone to assassinate you. Have a taster sample all your food and be prepared for an unexpected attack.” Her Osorsen was smart and clever. She knew he would never let down his guard but it never hurt to be reminded that one wasn't invincible. Hatshepsut didn't want to lose him, the center of her world.
The young Queen grinned when he claimed they would be victorious. She had known that he would understand her refusal to leave her kingdom. Together they would take it back and send Iahotep slithering into whatever hole he had crawled out of. They would ruin him so thoroughly that he would never be able to recover his honor.
All thoughts of her hated husband vanished as Osorsen deepened their kiss. It was as if the world melted away and all that remained was the two of them. His hands gliding along her sides sent a familiar hot little thrill that started beneath his fingers and spread languorously through her body. Her own moved between them and gently stroked his bare chest. Ahh, how she loved him, how she hungered for him! There were places in the garden where nobody would find them, but how long would it be before her servants came looking for her? Or until one of his soldiers sought him out? No, it was too dangerous, especially for him.
When they finally broke the kiss, Osorsen leaned his head against her shoulder and she wrapped one arm around him and softly caressed his neck. “Sometimes I wonder,” she replied, watching a sacred ibis stretch its black-tipped wings. “If the gods are pleased with me, then why did they not grant my one request … for you to rule by my side … and instead shackled me to Iahotep? Maybe they are testing us in some way.”
Shaking her head, she smiled up at him. “You had better come back to me. I cannot live without you. How long will it be before you leave for Greece? I should like to meet with you somewhere private and show you how much I love you before you go.”
"Perhaps the gods had their plan, but a fool on earth has thrown a wrench into their work."
The more he considered it the more his suspicion of the dowager queen grew. She had always treated him well, almost like a son in some regard especially after the loss of his parents, and trusted her daughter to him to learn strategy and defense, to his uncle for much of her other learning. Hei Moghadam had always been one that supported the family of H'Naddar, his union with Hatshepsut made the most political sense with the exception perhaps of wedding her to Narmer. There were no other branches of his family to cause any kind of trouble, and while it would mean that his name would have taken the rule, together they could have ruled long and wisely together.
Yet, Istheperu seemingly did not see the wisdom in this, and had a plan for the country that he could not yet see. Her house was dying, but Iahotep had not taken her family's name, so what was her goal? Did she think that having a commoner installed as Pharaoh would give her own name control over the kingdom? It made little sense to Osorsen to install a Pharaoh that was already old, beyond his youth and prime.
Hatshepsut's fingers caressing his neck were soothing the thoughts of rage within him, the anger that threatened to boil over when he thought of what she must be going through behind closed doors. He couldn't protect her fully anymore, and it killed him to consider her in any pain without him to help.
"He wants me to go before the week is out, apparently the matter is one of urgency." Looking down to meet her eyes, he smiled softly at her in a manner that was reserved only for her, something no one else could elicit from the war hardened general. "If we can manage, and there is a time you will not be missed, perhaps Zoser can arrange it during one of his meetings with you. I trust him, he will not betray us."
The sound of one of the servants who had been attending her broke through the bubble of peace that had wrapped around them, they were calling for their lady and if they were discovered like this all of their plans could be for naught. Standing quickly, Osorsen settled her on her feet and made sure she was steady before forcing himself to let go. Bowing to her with appropriate distance between them just as the entourage rounded the corner once more, he gave a slight smile before returning to his formal demeanor of before.
"Thank you, your evening radiance. I appreciate your kindness and willingness to look after my grandfather's well being in my continued absence." They hadn't spoken of that exactly, but it was something that he could have feasibly asked of her, and would not require any great burden other than writing to the old man once or twice to check in on him. Zoser would do the rest. Straightening, he gave a nod to the people of her entourage, striding past them and getting a ways down the path before looking over his shoulder at his love once more, wishing he could remain by her side instead of having to leave again, before making his way back to formulate his plan, full of determination.
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"Perhaps the gods had their plan, but a fool on earth has thrown a wrench into their work."
The more he considered it the more his suspicion of the dowager queen grew. She had always treated him well, almost like a son in some regard especially after the loss of his parents, and trusted her daughter to him to learn strategy and defense, to his uncle for much of her other learning. Hei Moghadam had always been one that supported the family of H'Naddar, his union with Hatshepsut made the most political sense with the exception perhaps of wedding her to Narmer. There were no other branches of his family to cause any kind of trouble, and while it would mean that his name would have taken the rule, together they could have ruled long and wisely together.
Yet, Istheperu seemingly did not see the wisdom in this, and had a plan for the country that he could not yet see. Her house was dying, but Iahotep had not taken her family's name, so what was her goal? Did she think that having a commoner installed as Pharaoh would give her own name control over the kingdom? It made little sense to Osorsen to install a Pharaoh that was already old, beyond his youth and prime.
Hatshepsut's fingers caressing his neck were soothing the thoughts of rage within him, the anger that threatened to boil over when he thought of what she must be going through behind closed doors. He couldn't protect her fully anymore, and it killed him to consider her in any pain without him to help.
"He wants me to go before the week is out, apparently the matter is one of urgency." Looking down to meet her eyes, he smiled softly at her in a manner that was reserved only for her, something no one else could elicit from the war hardened general. "If we can manage, and there is a time you will not be missed, perhaps Zoser can arrange it during one of his meetings with you. I trust him, he will not betray us."
The sound of one of the servants who had been attending her broke through the bubble of peace that had wrapped around them, they were calling for their lady and if they were discovered like this all of their plans could be for naught. Standing quickly, Osorsen settled her on her feet and made sure she was steady before forcing himself to let go. Bowing to her with appropriate distance between them just as the entourage rounded the corner once more, he gave a slight smile before returning to his formal demeanor of before.
"Thank you, your evening radiance. I appreciate your kindness and willingness to look after my grandfather's well being in my continued absence." They hadn't spoken of that exactly, but it was something that he could have feasibly asked of her, and would not require any great burden other than writing to the old man once or twice to check in on him. Zoser would do the rest. Straightening, he gave a nod to the people of her entourage, striding past them and getting a ways down the path before looking over his shoulder at his love once more, wishing he could remain by her side instead of having to leave again, before making his way back to formulate his plan, full of determination.
"Perhaps the gods had their plan, but a fool on earth has thrown a wrench into their work."
The more he considered it the more his suspicion of the dowager queen grew. She had always treated him well, almost like a son in some regard especially after the loss of his parents, and trusted her daughter to him to learn strategy and defense, to his uncle for much of her other learning. Hei Moghadam had always been one that supported the family of H'Naddar, his union with Hatshepsut made the most political sense with the exception perhaps of wedding her to Narmer. There were no other branches of his family to cause any kind of trouble, and while it would mean that his name would have taken the rule, together they could have ruled long and wisely together.
Yet, Istheperu seemingly did not see the wisdom in this, and had a plan for the country that he could not yet see. Her house was dying, but Iahotep had not taken her family's name, so what was her goal? Did she think that having a commoner installed as Pharaoh would give her own name control over the kingdom? It made little sense to Osorsen to install a Pharaoh that was already old, beyond his youth and prime.
Hatshepsut's fingers caressing his neck were soothing the thoughts of rage within him, the anger that threatened to boil over when he thought of what she must be going through behind closed doors. He couldn't protect her fully anymore, and it killed him to consider her in any pain without him to help.
"He wants me to go before the week is out, apparently the matter is one of urgency." Looking down to meet her eyes, he smiled softly at her in a manner that was reserved only for her, something no one else could elicit from the war hardened general. "If we can manage, and there is a time you will not be missed, perhaps Zoser can arrange it during one of his meetings with you. I trust him, he will not betray us."
The sound of one of the servants who had been attending her broke through the bubble of peace that had wrapped around them, they were calling for their lady and if they were discovered like this all of their plans could be for naught. Standing quickly, Osorsen settled her on her feet and made sure she was steady before forcing himself to let go. Bowing to her with appropriate distance between them just as the entourage rounded the corner once more, he gave a slight smile before returning to his formal demeanor of before.
"Thank you, your evening radiance. I appreciate your kindness and willingness to look after my grandfather's well being in my continued absence." They hadn't spoken of that exactly, but it was something that he could have feasibly asked of her, and would not require any great burden other than writing to the old man once or twice to check in on him. Zoser would do the rest. Straightening, he gave a nod to the people of her entourage, striding past them and getting a ways down the path before looking over his shoulder at his love once more, wishing he could remain by her side instead of having to leave again, before making his way back to formulate his plan, full of determination.
“Or an entire roomful of fools,” Hatshepsut sighed, thinking of the Council. Her mother had told her that she had agreed with their decision, and sometimes she wondered if it had been her idea in the first place. Isetheperu kept her own council but there was always a reason behind everything she did. She would never put her daughter in danger, so she must have believed that Iahotep wouldn’t harm her.
What would she say if she knew that he had slapped her? It had only happened once, but there was always violence in his eyes, and his body seemed coiled like a snake, ready to strike. She feared for her life if she displeased him. If she was truly pregnant, she would be safe from his abuse, at least until the baby was born.
Maybe telling her mother of her husband’s cruelty was what the gods wanted her to do to fix this unfortunate predicament. Isetheperu had power. The Council would listen to her.
She could ponder that possibility later. It was difficult to think at all while sitting on the lap of the man she loved. All she could do was savor the delightful feelings Osorsen evoked in her. If things had been different, this palace would have been his as well as hers, and they could make love wherever they pleased, even in front of the sacred ibises. It wasn’t as if they would care. They mated in plain sight of anyone.
“So we only have a few days together.” Disappointment colored her lyrical voice but that soft smile of his did much to console her. We will make the most of the time we have, she determined. Now that Iahotep has taken over some of my duties, it will be easier for me to get away.
Hatshepsut nodded when Osorsen suggested that Zoser arrange it. She had never told him that she and the General were in love and had given themselves to each other in the most intimate of ways, but she sensed that he knew. Her Zosie knew everything and he would help them. He would understand that he couldn’t stop them. He would also ensure that they were never caught. She would send for him as soon as she got back to her room.
Which unfortunately was going to be sooner than she wished. One of her servants was calling for her. Had she forgotten an important meeting or had something urgent come up that needed her attention? Another voice joined the first and they were steadily growing louder. They knew where she was as she had sent them away not long ago.
Osorsen stood, his arms still wrapped around her. She could feel his muscles ripple when he set her down, As he let her go, she reached out and squeezed his hand, reluctant to lose the contact between them. Already she felt bereft. As her servants came into view, he bowed formally and thanked her for agreeing to look after his father while he was gone.
“I will make certain that he is well taken care of, General.” she replied politely, promising herself that she would do just that. She watched as he turned and strode away, admiring the way he looked from behind and longing to follow him and damn the consequences. But that was unwise. They would get rid of Iahotep somehow and then they could be together for the rest of their lives.
Turning away before her gaze lingered longer upon his fine form than was proper, she turned to her servants, who bowed and only rose and spoke when she gave them permission. Although she didn’t look back at Osorsen, she could feel his eyes upon her like a visual caress. Happiness once more filled her heart. It wouldn’t be long before she was in his arms again and then they could plan their coup in earnest.
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“Or an entire roomful of fools,” Hatshepsut sighed, thinking of the Council. Her mother had told her that she had agreed with their decision, and sometimes she wondered if it had been her idea in the first place. Isetheperu kept her own council but there was always a reason behind everything she did. She would never put her daughter in danger, so she must have believed that Iahotep wouldn’t harm her.
What would she say if she knew that he had slapped her? It had only happened once, but there was always violence in his eyes, and his body seemed coiled like a snake, ready to strike. She feared for her life if she displeased him. If she was truly pregnant, she would be safe from his abuse, at least until the baby was born.
Maybe telling her mother of her husband’s cruelty was what the gods wanted her to do to fix this unfortunate predicament. Isetheperu had power. The Council would listen to her.
She could ponder that possibility later. It was difficult to think at all while sitting on the lap of the man she loved. All she could do was savor the delightful feelings Osorsen evoked in her. If things had been different, this palace would have been his as well as hers, and they could make love wherever they pleased, even in front of the sacred ibises. It wasn’t as if they would care. They mated in plain sight of anyone.
“So we only have a few days together.” Disappointment colored her lyrical voice but that soft smile of his did much to console her. We will make the most of the time we have, she determined. Now that Iahotep has taken over some of my duties, it will be easier for me to get away.
Hatshepsut nodded when Osorsen suggested that Zoser arrange it. She had never told him that she and the General were in love and had given themselves to each other in the most intimate of ways, but she sensed that he knew. Her Zosie knew everything and he would help them. He would understand that he couldn’t stop them. He would also ensure that they were never caught. She would send for him as soon as she got back to her room.
Which unfortunately was going to be sooner than she wished. One of her servants was calling for her. Had she forgotten an important meeting or had something urgent come up that needed her attention? Another voice joined the first and they were steadily growing louder. They knew where she was as she had sent them away not long ago.
Osorsen stood, his arms still wrapped around her. She could feel his muscles ripple when he set her down, As he let her go, she reached out and squeezed his hand, reluctant to lose the contact between them. Already she felt bereft. As her servants came into view, he bowed formally and thanked her for agreeing to look after his father while he was gone.
“I will make certain that he is well taken care of, General.” she replied politely, promising herself that she would do just that. She watched as he turned and strode away, admiring the way he looked from behind and longing to follow him and damn the consequences. But that was unwise. They would get rid of Iahotep somehow and then they could be together for the rest of their lives.
Turning away before her gaze lingered longer upon his fine form than was proper, she turned to her servants, who bowed and only rose and spoke when she gave them permission. Although she didn’t look back at Osorsen, she could feel his eyes upon her like a visual caress. Happiness once more filled her heart. It wouldn’t be long before she was in his arms again and then they could plan their coup in earnest.
“Or an entire roomful of fools,” Hatshepsut sighed, thinking of the Council. Her mother had told her that she had agreed with their decision, and sometimes she wondered if it had been her idea in the first place. Isetheperu kept her own council but there was always a reason behind everything she did. She would never put her daughter in danger, so she must have believed that Iahotep wouldn’t harm her.
What would she say if she knew that he had slapped her? It had only happened once, but there was always violence in his eyes, and his body seemed coiled like a snake, ready to strike. She feared for her life if she displeased him. If she was truly pregnant, she would be safe from his abuse, at least until the baby was born.
Maybe telling her mother of her husband’s cruelty was what the gods wanted her to do to fix this unfortunate predicament. Isetheperu had power. The Council would listen to her.
She could ponder that possibility later. It was difficult to think at all while sitting on the lap of the man she loved. All she could do was savor the delightful feelings Osorsen evoked in her. If things had been different, this palace would have been his as well as hers, and they could make love wherever they pleased, even in front of the sacred ibises. It wasn’t as if they would care. They mated in plain sight of anyone.
“So we only have a few days together.” Disappointment colored her lyrical voice but that soft smile of his did much to console her. We will make the most of the time we have, she determined. Now that Iahotep has taken over some of my duties, it will be easier for me to get away.
Hatshepsut nodded when Osorsen suggested that Zoser arrange it. She had never told him that she and the General were in love and had given themselves to each other in the most intimate of ways, but she sensed that he knew. Her Zosie knew everything and he would help them. He would understand that he couldn’t stop them. He would also ensure that they were never caught. She would send for him as soon as she got back to her room.
Which unfortunately was going to be sooner than she wished. One of her servants was calling for her. Had she forgotten an important meeting or had something urgent come up that needed her attention? Another voice joined the first and they were steadily growing louder. They knew where she was as she had sent them away not long ago.
Osorsen stood, his arms still wrapped around her. She could feel his muscles ripple when he set her down, As he let her go, she reached out and squeezed his hand, reluctant to lose the contact between them. Already she felt bereft. As her servants came into view, he bowed formally and thanked her for agreeing to look after his father while he was gone.
“I will make certain that he is well taken care of, General.” she replied politely, promising herself that she would do just that. She watched as he turned and strode away, admiring the way he looked from behind and longing to follow him and damn the consequences. But that was unwise. They would get rid of Iahotep somehow and then they could be together for the rest of their lives.
Turning away before her gaze lingered longer upon his fine form than was proper, she turned to her servants, who bowed and only rose and spoke when she gave them permission. Although she didn’t look back at Osorsen, she could feel his eyes upon her like a visual caress. Happiness once more filled her heart. It wouldn’t be long before she was in his arms again and then they could plan their coup in earnest.