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The challenge in the pharaoh's question to him, to ask if he was ready for war in front of all of these people, was met with a nod and a grin that was more like a baring of his teeth. It was easy enough to feign excitement for this war, and in truth he was rather thrilled with the idea of waging battles against the northerners, they had been hard enemies but there was something so invigorating. A part of him hoped to be matched once again opposite the Colchian Crown Prince, the man had been so possessive of the blonde beauty, had so clearly hated Osorsen's presence, he longed to prod the bear right back.
As congratulations poured in around them, the women fluttering around Hatshepsut to share in the joy, Oso moved back silently, staying close by and having to wrench his gaze away from how tightly the pharaoh was gripping the queen. Several other captains and noblemen were eagerly approaching him now, and it was far easier to get lost in talk of strategy and how the meeting with the Greeks had gone than to think about how his lover carried another man's child. And yet it was somehow all he could think of. Had she known before he left? Why hadn't she told him, and was there any slight chance that it could instead be his own? If it was...his urge to fight and remove Iahotep from power had just increased substantially.
Alert to what was happening around them, he had finally allowed himself to ease into the conversations with animation when the commotion caught his notice. Feminine gasps and whispers filtered through the crowd and he turned sharply to find Hatshepsut no longer standing.
Instinct took hold and he didn't see where his goblet of wine ended up, whether in the hands of another or on the ground itself, it didn't matter. What mattered was parting the crowd that had gathered around the queen. Foolish women, giving her no room or air to breathe in such a state, she would wake terrified if they kept clucking around her like that.
"Move."
He couldn't tell who it was that he shifted aside in order to reach her side, and it didn't matter to him in the slightest. Anyone who wanted to point and whisper could remember that he and some of the other more seasoned warriors in attendance had the most experience with ailments here, unless the royal physician was secreted somewhere about. Waving off the older woman knelt at the queen's head, Osorsen wasted no time in lifting Hatshepsut from the ground, cradling her carefully though in this he did attempt to keep a semblance of propriety. His eyes searched for his uncle, falling on Zoser and then Narmer to whom he gave a slight tip of his head for the adviser and baron to join them.
"Sirdar, a place for her evening radiance to recover."
It wasn't a question, and having visited the Haikaddad residence on many occasions the general turned and began making his way toward the manor house, fully expecting the queen's handmaidens to follow to help attend to her. Any whispers and threats that could be hurled at him were nothing compared to his concern to see her out of the heat and oppressive gaze of everyone of import in the kingdom.
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The challenge in the pharaoh's question to him, to ask if he was ready for war in front of all of these people, was met with a nod and a grin that was more like a baring of his teeth. It was easy enough to feign excitement for this war, and in truth he was rather thrilled with the idea of waging battles against the northerners, they had been hard enemies but there was something so invigorating. A part of him hoped to be matched once again opposite the Colchian Crown Prince, the man had been so possessive of the blonde beauty, had so clearly hated Osorsen's presence, he longed to prod the bear right back.
As congratulations poured in around them, the women fluttering around Hatshepsut to share in the joy, Oso moved back silently, staying close by and having to wrench his gaze away from how tightly the pharaoh was gripping the queen. Several other captains and noblemen were eagerly approaching him now, and it was far easier to get lost in talk of strategy and how the meeting with the Greeks had gone than to think about how his lover carried another man's child. And yet it was somehow all he could think of. Had she known before he left? Why hadn't she told him, and was there any slight chance that it could instead be his own? If it was...his urge to fight and remove Iahotep from power had just increased substantially.
Alert to what was happening around them, he had finally allowed himself to ease into the conversations with animation when the commotion caught his notice. Feminine gasps and whispers filtered through the crowd and he turned sharply to find Hatshepsut no longer standing.
Instinct took hold and he didn't see where his goblet of wine ended up, whether in the hands of another or on the ground itself, it didn't matter. What mattered was parting the crowd that had gathered around the queen. Foolish women, giving her no room or air to breathe in such a state, she would wake terrified if they kept clucking around her like that.
"Move."
He couldn't tell who it was that he shifted aside in order to reach her side, and it didn't matter to him in the slightest. Anyone who wanted to point and whisper could remember that he and some of the other more seasoned warriors in attendance had the most experience with ailments here, unless the royal physician was secreted somewhere about. Waving off the older woman knelt at the queen's head, Osorsen wasted no time in lifting Hatshepsut from the ground, cradling her carefully though in this he did attempt to keep a semblance of propriety. His eyes searched for his uncle, falling on Zoser and then Narmer to whom he gave a slight tip of his head for the adviser and baron to join them.
"Sirdar, a place for her evening radiance to recover."
It wasn't a question, and having visited the Haikaddad residence on many occasions the general turned and began making his way toward the manor house, fully expecting the queen's handmaidens to follow to help attend to her. Any whispers and threats that could be hurled at him were nothing compared to his concern to see her out of the heat and oppressive gaze of everyone of import in the kingdom.
The challenge in the pharaoh's question to him, to ask if he was ready for war in front of all of these people, was met with a nod and a grin that was more like a baring of his teeth. It was easy enough to feign excitement for this war, and in truth he was rather thrilled with the idea of waging battles against the northerners, they had been hard enemies but there was something so invigorating. A part of him hoped to be matched once again opposite the Colchian Crown Prince, the man had been so possessive of the blonde beauty, had so clearly hated Osorsen's presence, he longed to prod the bear right back.
As congratulations poured in around them, the women fluttering around Hatshepsut to share in the joy, Oso moved back silently, staying close by and having to wrench his gaze away from how tightly the pharaoh was gripping the queen. Several other captains and noblemen were eagerly approaching him now, and it was far easier to get lost in talk of strategy and how the meeting with the Greeks had gone than to think about how his lover carried another man's child. And yet it was somehow all he could think of. Had she known before he left? Why hadn't she told him, and was there any slight chance that it could instead be his own? If it was...his urge to fight and remove Iahotep from power had just increased substantially.
Alert to what was happening around them, he had finally allowed himself to ease into the conversations with animation when the commotion caught his notice. Feminine gasps and whispers filtered through the crowd and he turned sharply to find Hatshepsut no longer standing.
Instinct took hold and he didn't see where his goblet of wine ended up, whether in the hands of another or on the ground itself, it didn't matter. What mattered was parting the crowd that had gathered around the queen. Foolish women, giving her no room or air to breathe in such a state, she would wake terrified if they kept clucking around her like that.
"Move."
He couldn't tell who it was that he shifted aside in order to reach her side, and it didn't matter to him in the slightest. Anyone who wanted to point and whisper could remember that he and some of the other more seasoned warriors in attendance had the most experience with ailments here, unless the royal physician was secreted somewhere about. Waving off the older woman knelt at the queen's head, Osorsen wasted no time in lifting Hatshepsut from the ground, cradling her carefully though in this he did attempt to keep a semblance of propriety. His eyes searched for his uncle, falling on Zoser and then Narmer to whom he gave a slight tip of his head for the adviser and baron to join them.
"Sirdar, a place for her evening radiance to recover."
It wasn't a question, and having visited the Haikaddad residence on many occasions the general turned and began making his way toward the manor house, fully expecting the queen's handmaidens to follow to help attend to her. Any whispers and threats that could be hurled at him were nothing compared to his concern to see her out of the heat and oppressive gaze of everyone of import in the kingdom.
His interested gaze stayed on Zoser as the scholar spoke, for Narmer's mind had expanded, and he was now easily intrigued each time someone speaks of anywhere beyond the borders of Egypt. Finding himself bitten by a need to know of world's beyond what he grew up learning - but he found himself sorely disappointed when his growing eagerness to listen was cut short upon the instances that happened not too far away from them.
Like Zoser, Narmer's head sharply turned when the crowds began to murmur in a tone that was both panic and gossip, both common to any court function done in Egypt - but something that Narmer had been trying to avoid. All he wanted was for this function to be pulled off without a hitch, so he could return to trying to scrounge enough funds to scrape by each month, and see where else he could find some gold to pay for all the upkeep his saraayaa needed. Was that too much to ask?
Appparently so, for the Gods at least.
Like the other two, he too hurried after them to attend to what had happened. Afterall, this was his saraayaa, and it would be his duty to see to his guests, and this wasn't just any simple guest.
Hovering anxiously as Iaheru dropped to her knees to attend to the unconscious Queen, his eyes darted to his niece as she materialized. Satisfied that she quickly adapted and started to assist, what changed the atmosphere was - of no surprise - when Osorsen walked up. His friend never had much of a hold on his temper, especially so when this involved a lover that Narmer was quite sure he had never (and Narmer was beginning to suspect would never) quite gotten over with.
Automatically move aside (because that was just the kind of voice Osorsen had, the kind people usually looked to as a leader - like what Narutt had, but definitely not him), he nodded, and then turned to motion at Safiya. "Go and ask the servants to prepare some cool water, and get a cooling outfit for Her Evening Radiance to change into - I'm sure your clothing would fit for now, Safiya." He instructed, before starting forward to lead the general, all while wondering nervously how the Pharoah would react to this.
Motioning to Kissan as he moved towards the saraayaa, the elder male surreptiously whispered in his nephew's ear "Unless its the pharoah or someone who could help the Evening Star, make sure most people are kept out of the saraayaa, Kissan." He did not need to explain why - his nephew should know that their home could not be seen to the public in its current state. There was a reason why Narmer only ensured their entertaining room was kept to images for now - they simply had no funds.
Finally entering, the man took a few turns, before opening the door that led to a room with two beds, shared by his twin nieces until Safiya had started her duties as the Queen's handmaiden. There, he stepped back to allow the general to lay the fainted Queen, whilst he nervously glanced at the door hoping Safiya could come soon with the needed materials.
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His interested gaze stayed on Zoser as the scholar spoke, for Narmer's mind had expanded, and he was now easily intrigued each time someone speaks of anywhere beyond the borders of Egypt. Finding himself bitten by a need to know of world's beyond what he grew up learning - but he found himself sorely disappointed when his growing eagerness to listen was cut short upon the instances that happened not too far away from them.
Like Zoser, Narmer's head sharply turned when the crowds began to murmur in a tone that was both panic and gossip, both common to any court function done in Egypt - but something that Narmer had been trying to avoid. All he wanted was for this function to be pulled off without a hitch, so he could return to trying to scrounge enough funds to scrape by each month, and see where else he could find some gold to pay for all the upkeep his saraayaa needed. Was that too much to ask?
Appparently so, for the Gods at least.
Like the other two, he too hurried after them to attend to what had happened. Afterall, this was his saraayaa, and it would be his duty to see to his guests, and this wasn't just any simple guest.
Hovering anxiously as Iaheru dropped to her knees to attend to the unconscious Queen, his eyes darted to his niece as she materialized. Satisfied that she quickly adapted and started to assist, what changed the atmosphere was - of no surprise - when Osorsen walked up. His friend never had much of a hold on his temper, especially so when this involved a lover that Narmer was quite sure he had never (and Narmer was beginning to suspect would never) quite gotten over with.
Automatically move aside (because that was just the kind of voice Osorsen had, the kind people usually looked to as a leader - like what Narutt had, but definitely not him), he nodded, and then turned to motion at Safiya. "Go and ask the servants to prepare some cool water, and get a cooling outfit for Her Evening Radiance to change into - I'm sure your clothing would fit for now, Safiya." He instructed, before starting forward to lead the general, all while wondering nervously how the Pharoah would react to this.
Motioning to Kissan as he moved towards the saraayaa, the elder male surreptiously whispered in his nephew's ear "Unless its the pharoah or someone who could help the Evening Star, make sure most people are kept out of the saraayaa, Kissan." He did not need to explain why - his nephew should know that their home could not be seen to the public in its current state. There was a reason why Narmer only ensured their entertaining room was kept to images for now - they simply had no funds.
Finally entering, the man took a few turns, before opening the door that led to a room with two beds, shared by his twin nieces until Safiya had started her duties as the Queen's handmaiden. There, he stepped back to allow the general to lay the fainted Queen, whilst he nervously glanced at the door hoping Safiya could come soon with the needed materials.
His interested gaze stayed on Zoser as the scholar spoke, for Narmer's mind had expanded, and he was now easily intrigued each time someone speaks of anywhere beyond the borders of Egypt. Finding himself bitten by a need to know of world's beyond what he grew up learning - but he found himself sorely disappointed when his growing eagerness to listen was cut short upon the instances that happened not too far away from them.
Like Zoser, Narmer's head sharply turned when the crowds began to murmur in a tone that was both panic and gossip, both common to any court function done in Egypt - but something that Narmer had been trying to avoid. All he wanted was for this function to be pulled off without a hitch, so he could return to trying to scrounge enough funds to scrape by each month, and see where else he could find some gold to pay for all the upkeep his saraayaa needed. Was that too much to ask?
Appparently so, for the Gods at least.
Like the other two, he too hurried after them to attend to what had happened. Afterall, this was his saraayaa, and it would be his duty to see to his guests, and this wasn't just any simple guest.
Hovering anxiously as Iaheru dropped to her knees to attend to the unconscious Queen, his eyes darted to his niece as she materialized. Satisfied that she quickly adapted and started to assist, what changed the atmosphere was - of no surprise - when Osorsen walked up. His friend never had much of a hold on his temper, especially so when this involved a lover that Narmer was quite sure he had never (and Narmer was beginning to suspect would never) quite gotten over with.
Automatically move aside (because that was just the kind of voice Osorsen had, the kind people usually looked to as a leader - like what Narutt had, but definitely not him), he nodded, and then turned to motion at Safiya. "Go and ask the servants to prepare some cool water, and get a cooling outfit for Her Evening Radiance to change into - I'm sure your clothing would fit for now, Safiya." He instructed, before starting forward to lead the general, all while wondering nervously how the Pharoah would react to this.
Motioning to Kissan as he moved towards the saraayaa, the elder male surreptiously whispered in his nephew's ear "Unless its the pharoah or someone who could help the Evening Star, make sure most people are kept out of the saraayaa, Kissan." He did not need to explain why - his nephew should know that their home could not be seen to the public in its current state. There was a reason why Narmer only ensured their entertaining room was kept to images for now - they simply had no funds.
Finally entering, the man took a few turns, before opening the door that led to a room with two beds, shared by his twin nieces until Safiya had started her duties as the Queen's handmaiden. There, he stepped back to allow the general to lay the fainted Queen, whilst he nervously glanced at the door hoping Safiya could come soon with the needed materials.
Hatshepsut returned to consciousness slowly. The last thing she remembered was beginning to fall as darkness obscured her vision. Now she found herself cradled in strong arms and bouncing slightly with the cadence of striding footsteps. She had fainted. Why else would she be carried? As much as she had tried to prevent that outcome, she had failed.
Still too groggy to move or open her eyes, she wondered if it was Iahotep's steps she heard, if it was his chest she was held against. It was strange but she felt safe and secure, a feeling she'd never had in the presence of her hated husband. Had he picked her up when her hand slipped from his grip? Was his expression now full of anger that he planned to take out on her as soon as they returned to the palace? He would choke the life from her, heedless of his child growing within her.
No, he would not dare. His marriage to her had made him Pharaoh. Without her and an heir, his position would be challenged and there would be a civil war that would tear Egypt apart far worse than the conflict with Greece. Why couldn't she open her eyes? Why could she not move? Why were all these confusing notions running through her head?
And yet, still she felt that everything was all right, that nothing horrible would happen to herself or her country, despite the plethora of thoughts careening through her mind.
Concentrating on opening her eyes, she could finally see tiny slits of light which slowly lengthened and broadened into full vision. Hatshepsut knew that chest, those scars, as well as she knew herself. Tilting her head upwards, she saw the concerned face of her beloved Osorsen. No wonder she felt so safe. This was where she belonged … in his arms … now and forever. Just not quite like this.
“Oso...” she whispered, shifting her body so that she could entwine her arms around his neck.
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Hatshepsut returned to consciousness slowly. The last thing she remembered was beginning to fall as darkness obscured her vision. Now she found herself cradled in strong arms and bouncing slightly with the cadence of striding footsteps. She had fainted. Why else would she be carried? As much as she had tried to prevent that outcome, she had failed.
Still too groggy to move or open her eyes, she wondered if it was Iahotep's steps she heard, if it was his chest she was held against. It was strange but she felt safe and secure, a feeling she'd never had in the presence of her hated husband. Had he picked her up when her hand slipped from his grip? Was his expression now full of anger that he planned to take out on her as soon as they returned to the palace? He would choke the life from her, heedless of his child growing within her.
No, he would not dare. His marriage to her had made him Pharaoh. Without her and an heir, his position would be challenged and there would be a civil war that would tear Egypt apart far worse than the conflict with Greece. Why couldn't she open her eyes? Why could she not move? Why were all these confusing notions running through her head?
And yet, still she felt that everything was all right, that nothing horrible would happen to herself or her country, despite the plethora of thoughts careening through her mind.
Concentrating on opening her eyes, she could finally see tiny slits of light which slowly lengthened and broadened into full vision. Hatshepsut knew that chest, those scars, as well as she knew herself. Tilting her head upwards, she saw the concerned face of her beloved Osorsen. No wonder she felt so safe. This was where she belonged … in his arms … now and forever. Just not quite like this.
“Oso...” she whispered, shifting her body so that she could entwine her arms around his neck.
Hatshepsut returned to consciousness slowly. The last thing she remembered was beginning to fall as darkness obscured her vision. Now she found herself cradled in strong arms and bouncing slightly with the cadence of striding footsteps. She had fainted. Why else would she be carried? As much as she had tried to prevent that outcome, she had failed.
Still too groggy to move or open her eyes, she wondered if it was Iahotep's steps she heard, if it was his chest she was held against. It was strange but she felt safe and secure, a feeling she'd never had in the presence of her hated husband. Had he picked her up when her hand slipped from his grip? Was his expression now full of anger that he planned to take out on her as soon as they returned to the palace? He would choke the life from her, heedless of his child growing within her.
No, he would not dare. His marriage to her had made him Pharaoh. Without her and an heir, his position would be challenged and there would be a civil war that would tear Egypt apart far worse than the conflict with Greece. Why couldn't she open her eyes? Why could she not move? Why were all these confusing notions running through her head?
And yet, still she felt that everything was all right, that nothing horrible would happen to herself or her country, despite the plethora of thoughts careening through her mind.
Concentrating on opening her eyes, she could finally see tiny slits of light which slowly lengthened and broadened into full vision. Hatshepsut knew that chest, those scars, as well as she knew herself. Tilting her head upwards, she saw the concerned face of her beloved Osorsen. No wonder she felt so safe. This was where she belonged … in his arms … now and forever. Just not quite like this.
“Oso...” she whispered, shifting her body so that she could entwine her arms around his neck.
The air was thick with the tension of the moment, as gasps and murmurs seemed to swell around them. With his hand on Narmer's shoulder as they approached the fallen Queen, Zoser's brows raised sharply as he watched Lady H'Sheifa step in and begin to administer some form of comfort to Hatshepsut.
Zoser's mouth went dry seeing his young ward and shining gem of Egypt prostrate on the ground, but felt slightly comforted knowing that she would be cared for as such. He stood next to Narmer for a moment, but made eye contact with the Pharoah briefly and then out to the curious crowd.
This evening needed to end. Now.
It was something the Pharoah knew and would handle.
Before being able to voice his advise, he heard the all-too familiar tones of Osorsen H'Moghadam and could not help but offer him a bewildered look of warning. Though he would not be able to voice it, he wanted to ask his nephew if he had lost his mind. For those who were unaware, it seemed that he may have done a simple service of lifting the Queen from the ground as a humble servant to the Kingdom.
Zoser knew better. As did a few other standing by.
He swallowed sharply as Osorsen tilted his head towards the Sarayya, taking a quick glance between Narmer and Iahotep as Generall started towards the manor house of his own volition. Torn between remaining to witness the Pharoah properly conclude the evening and wanting to assist the young woman that he cared for as a daughter, Zoser winced and then clapped his hand on Narmer's shoulder to encourage him and urged both of them to walk towards the manor. After all, he was a young Head of Hei and had more on his plate than he could imagine.
Iahotep would understand Zoser assisting a struggling Sirdar as opposed to standing by his side.
...he hoped.
Following through the sparsely decorated house, Zoser found himself distracted from the events and glancing around. Had Hei Hakiaddad truly fallen so far following Narutt's death? How? Making a mental note to speak with his over-extended friend at another time, he allowed his long legs to almost double his speed until he stood directly at Osorsen's shoulders.
"Bold," he murmured, almost beneath his breath to the point where it may have been hard to even understand the word. In his tone, he indicated it was a statement and not an accusation. If anything, Zoser was beyond grateful that Osorsen was able to act so swiftly. In all, it was simple statement and an expression that bordered concern and warning without saying much more.
Zoser knew of the bad blood between Iahotep and Osorsen, as well as the connection between his nephew and Hatshepsut. Carefully, this could be spun as a kindness and nothing more, so long as his hot-blooded kin kept his emotions restrained, just for the moment.
Entering the room, which had been closed for some time, Zoser scoffed at the stagnant heat that sweltered and crossed to the window, pressing it open to allow in some air without allowing sight into the room, though he glanced out the window to see some of the nobility leaving through the garden exit.
"Oso.."
Oh no.
In her haze, she must have been unaware of her surroundings. There were too many in this closed space for her to refer to the General with such...familiarity. Anxious eyes flitted between those who stood in the room - Narmer, Iaheru, and Osorsen.
"Some cool water on a cloth for Her Evening Radiance," he said, his volume considerably less than soft, partially to draw attention and to offer her some indication that she was not alone.
Not wanting to add too much to the flutter of the room, he stood to the side, a slight distance away from the head of the bed but near the window he opened. However, when Osorsen had her laid down upon the bed, Zoser did step forward to place a slightly guiding hand on his shoulder, yet another warning.
There was no way to know when the Pharoah, the young queen's husband, would enter.
"Thank you, Sirdar H'Moghadam..."
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The air was thick with the tension of the moment, as gasps and murmurs seemed to swell around them. With his hand on Narmer's shoulder as they approached the fallen Queen, Zoser's brows raised sharply as he watched Lady H'Sheifa step in and begin to administer some form of comfort to Hatshepsut.
Zoser's mouth went dry seeing his young ward and shining gem of Egypt prostrate on the ground, but felt slightly comforted knowing that she would be cared for as such. He stood next to Narmer for a moment, but made eye contact with the Pharoah briefly and then out to the curious crowd.
This evening needed to end. Now.
It was something the Pharoah knew and would handle.
Before being able to voice his advise, he heard the all-too familiar tones of Osorsen H'Moghadam and could not help but offer him a bewildered look of warning. Though he would not be able to voice it, he wanted to ask his nephew if he had lost his mind. For those who were unaware, it seemed that he may have done a simple service of lifting the Queen from the ground as a humble servant to the Kingdom.
Zoser knew better. As did a few other standing by.
He swallowed sharply as Osorsen tilted his head towards the Sarayya, taking a quick glance between Narmer and Iahotep as Generall started towards the manor house of his own volition. Torn between remaining to witness the Pharoah properly conclude the evening and wanting to assist the young woman that he cared for as a daughter, Zoser winced and then clapped his hand on Narmer's shoulder to encourage him and urged both of them to walk towards the manor. After all, he was a young Head of Hei and had more on his plate than he could imagine.
Iahotep would understand Zoser assisting a struggling Sirdar as opposed to standing by his side.
...he hoped.
Following through the sparsely decorated house, Zoser found himself distracted from the events and glancing around. Had Hei Hakiaddad truly fallen so far following Narutt's death? How? Making a mental note to speak with his over-extended friend at another time, he allowed his long legs to almost double his speed until he stood directly at Osorsen's shoulders.
"Bold," he murmured, almost beneath his breath to the point where it may have been hard to even understand the word. In his tone, he indicated it was a statement and not an accusation. If anything, Zoser was beyond grateful that Osorsen was able to act so swiftly. In all, it was simple statement and an expression that bordered concern and warning without saying much more.
Zoser knew of the bad blood between Iahotep and Osorsen, as well as the connection between his nephew and Hatshepsut. Carefully, this could be spun as a kindness and nothing more, so long as his hot-blooded kin kept his emotions restrained, just for the moment.
Entering the room, which had been closed for some time, Zoser scoffed at the stagnant heat that sweltered and crossed to the window, pressing it open to allow in some air without allowing sight into the room, though he glanced out the window to see some of the nobility leaving through the garden exit.
"Oso.."
Oh no.
In her haze, she must have been unaware of her surroundings. There were too many in this closed space for her to refer to the General with such...familiarity. Anxious eyes flitted between those who stood in the room - Narmer, Iaheru, and Osorsen.
"Some cool water on a cloth for Her Evening Radiance," he said, his volume considerably less than soft, partially to draw attention and to offer her some indication that she was not alone.
Not wanting to add too much to the flutter of the room, he stood to the side, a slight distance away from the head of the bed but near the window he opened. However, when Osorsen had her laid down upon the bed, Zoser did step forward to place a slightly guiding hand on his shoulder, yet another warning.
There was no way to know when the Pharoah, the young queen's husband, would enter.
"Thank you, Sirdar H'Moghadam..."
The air was thick with the tension of the moment, as gasps and murmurs seemed to swell around them. With his hand on Narmer's shoulder as they approached the fallen Queen, Zoser's brows raised sharply as he watched Lady H'Sheifa step in and begin to administer some form of comfort to Hatshepsut.
Zoser's mouth went dry seeing his young ward and shining gem of Egypt prostrate on the ground, but felt slightly comforted knowing that she would be cared for as such. He stood next to Narmer for a moment, but made eye contact with the Pharoah briefly and then out to the curious crowd.
This evening needed to end. Now.
It was something the Pharoah knew and would handle.
Before being able to voice his advise, he heard the all-too familiar tones of Osorsen H'Moghadam and could not help but offer him a bewildered look of warning. Though he would not be able to voice it, he wanted to ask his nephew if he had lost his mind. For those who were unaware, it seemed that he may have done a simple service of lifting the Queen from the ground as a humble servant to the Kingdom.
Zoser knew better. As did a few other standing by.
He swallowed sharply as Osorsen tilted his head towards the Sarayya, taking a quick glance between Narmer and Iahotep as Generall started towards the manor house of his own volition. Torn between remaining to witness the Pharoah properly conclude the evening and wanting to assist the young woman that he cared for as a daughter, Zoser winced and then clapped his hand on Narmer's shoulder to encourage him and urged both of them to walk towards the manor. After all, he was a young Head of Hei and had more on his plate than he could imagine.
Iahotep would understand Zoser assisting a struggling Sirdar as opposed to standing by his side.
...he hoped.
Following through the sparsely decorated house, Zoser found himself distracted from the events and glancing around. Had Hei Hakiaddad truly fallen so far following Narutt's death? How? Making a mental note to speak with his over-extended friend at another time, he allowed his long legs to almost double his speed until he stood directly at Osorsen's shoulders.
"Bold," he murmured, almost beneath his breath to the point where it may have been hard to even understand the word. In his tone, he indicated it was a statement and not an accusation. If anything, Zoser was beyond grateful that Osorsen was able to act so swiftly. In all, it was simple statement and an expression that bordered concern and warning without saying much more.
Zoser knew of the bad blood between Iahotep and Osorsen, as well as the connection between his nephew and Hatshepsut. Carefully, this could be spun as a kindness and nothing more, so long as his hot-blooded kin kept his emotions restrained, just for the moment.
Entering the room, which had been closed for some time, Zoser scoffed at the stagnant heat that sweltered and crossed to the window, pressing it open to allow in some air without allowing sight into the room, though he glanced out the window to see some of the nobility leaving through the garden exit.
"Oso.."
Oh no.
In her haze, she must have been unaware of her surroundings. There were too many in this closed space for her to refer to the General with such...familiarity. Anxious eyes flitted between those who stood in the room - Narmer, Iaheru, and Osorsen.
"Some cool water on a cloth for Her Evening Radiance," he said, his volume considerably less than soft, partially to draw attention and to offer her some indication that she was not alone.
Not wanting to add too much to the flutter of the room, he stood to the side, a slight distance away from the head of the bed but near the window he opened. However, when Osorsen had her laid down upon the bed, Zoser did step forward to place a slightly guiding hand on his shoulder, yet another warning.
There was no way to know when the Pharoah, the young queen's husband, would enter.
"Thank you, Sirdar H'Moghadam..."
Kissan for his part had far too long a pause of shock for his liking before jumping into action alongside his uncle. Nodding at his uncle's instructions, Kissan took up a protective guard like pose as the other's whisked by. It did not take long for the other party goers to notice the queen's sudden disappearance and curious courtesans to start attempting to flirt their way past him.
The young man was a familiar face to many of them as he had grown up in and around the courts. His handsome face and over eager personality was a common topic of speculation and conversation. Well loved by most for his flirtatious nature, they were fairly sure they could convince him to do whatever they wished. As they pressed closer however it became clear that when it came to his home and matters of the Pharaoh and the royal family, Kissan would not budge.
"Come on Kissan, let us past, we just want to see what's going on. Let us help her majesty." Kissan shook his head and smiled ever so slightly at them, ignoring their pleas and puppy dog eyes for once in his life. Regardless of their persistence, he stood firm, his eyes taking on a firm, adult seriousness that had been previously absent.
Their pouting stopped rather suddenly as the Pharaoh entered the start of the hall and in hushed whispers they quickly made way for the God on earth striding towards the entrance Kissan was guarding. Without skipping a beat, Kissan made a bowing motion as he opened the door for the Pharaoh, making sure not a beat in the Pharaoh's step was missed.
He had no knowledge of what the Pharaoh would find in the room beyond the door but the look he had glimpsed on the Pharaoh's face was enough to make any man with an ounce of intelligence shudder.
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Kissan for his part had far too long a pause of shock for his liking before jumping into action alongside his uncle. Nodding at his uncle's instructions, Kissan took up a protective guard like pose as the other's whisked by. It did not take long for the other party goers to notice the queen's sudden disappearance and curious courtesans to start attempting to flirt their way past him.
The young man was a familiar face to many of them as he had grown up in and around the courts. His handsome face and over eager personality was a common topic of speculation and conversation. Well loved by most for his flirtatious nature, they were fairly sure they could convince him to do whatever they wished. As they pressed closer however it became clear that when it came to his home and matters of the Pharaoh and the royal family, Kissan would not budge.
"Come on Kissan, let us past, we just want to see what's going on. Let us help her majesty." Kissan shook his head and smiled ever so slightly at them, ignoring their pleas and puppy dog eyes for once in his life. Regardless of their persistence, he stood firm, his eyes taking on a firm, adult seriousness that had been previously absent.
Their pouting stopped rather suddenly as the Pharaoh entered the start of the hall and in hushed whispers they quickly made way for the God on earth striding towards the entrance Kissan was guarding. Without skipping a beat, Kissan made a bowing motion as he opened the door for the Pharaoh, making sure not a beat in the Pharaoh's step was missed.
He had no knowledge of what the Pharaoh would find in the room beyond the door but the look he had glimpsed on the Pharaoh's face was enough to make any man with an ounce of intelligence shudder.
Kissan for his part had far too long a pause of shock for his liking before jumping into action alongside his uncle. Nodding at his uncle's instructions, Kissan took up a protective guard like pose as the other's whisked by. It did not take long for the other party goers to notice the queen's sudden disappearance and curious courtesans to start attempting to flirt their way past him.
The young man was a familiar face to many of them as he had grown up in and around the courts. His handsome face and over eager personality was a common topic of speculation and conversation. Well loved by most for his flirtatious nature, they were fairly sure they could convince him to do whatever they wished. As they pressed closer however it became clear that when it came to his home and matters of the Pharaoh and the royal family, Kissan would not budge.
"Come on Kissan, let us past, we just want to see what's going on. Let us help her majesty." Kissan shook his head and smiled ever so slightly at them, ignoring their pleas and puppy dog eyes for once in his life. Regardless of their persistence, he stood firm, his eyes taking on a firm, adult seriousness that had been previously absent.
Their pouting stopped rather suddenly as the Pharaoh entered the start of the hall and in hushed whispers they quickly made way for the God on earth striding towards the entrance Kissan was guarding. Without skipping a beat, Kissan made a bowing motion as he opened the door for the Pharaoh, making sure not a beat in the Pharaoh's step was missed.
He had no knowledge of what the Pharaoh would find in the room beyond the door but the look he had glimpsed on the Pharaoh's face was enough to make any man with an ounce of intelligence shudder.
Her arms had barely reached the nape of Osorsen's neck when Hatshepsut felt herself lowered onto a soft surface, torn away from her beloved once more No, she thought thought through the surreal haze that clouded her mind, please don't leave me again. You promised we would always be together.
Now she felt cold and alone and vulnerable, at the complete mercy of her heartless and cruel husband. She needed to get up but she couldn't move. Even her arms seemed too heavy to lift anymore. Oso gives me strength. Without him, I am as fragile as the petals of a flower. And Iahotep was the kind of man who would crush a delicate blossom in his fist without a second's thought.
He was going to be furious with her, for he deplored weakness. Hatshepsut knew that already. He would likely believe that she had fainted on purpose, just to annoy him. He would strike her again … or worse, he would beat her to within an inch of her life for embarrassing him in public. She had needed to sit down, but he had either not heard her or ignored her request.
She heard Zoser calling for a wet cloth and some of hr anxiety began to fade. Her Zosie wouldn't let anything happen to her. She trusted him more than almost anyone else in the world. He would keep Iahotep away from her if he entered in a murderous rage. She was safe as long as her tutor and her lover were with her.
With a bit of struggle, she finally opened her eyes, her gaze traveling over the four people in the room with her ... Osorsen, Zoser, Sirdar H'Moghadam, and Sirdsett H'Sheifa. Sensation was returning quickly and every bone in her bruised body seemed to scream in agony. One of her hands immediately traveled to her belly and she tried to sit up, falling back upon the bed when a wave of dizziness washed over her.
“My baby ...” she said, her voice hoarse and barely above a whisper. “Is he okay?”
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Her arms had barely reached the nape of Osorsen's neck when Hatshepsut felt herself lowered onto a soft surface, torn away from her beloved once more No, she thought thought through the surreal haze that clouded her mind, please don't leave me again. You promised we would always be together.
Now she felt cold and alone and vulnerable, at the complete mercy of her heartless and cruel husband. She needed to get up but she couldn't move. Even her arms seemed too heavy to lift anymore. Oso gives me strength. Without him, I am as fragile as the petals of a flower. And Iahotep was the kind of man who would crush a delicate blossom in his fist without a second's thought.
He was going to be furious with her, for he deplored weakness. Hatshepsut knew that already. He would likely believe that she had fainted on purpose, just to annoy him. He would strike her again … or worse, he would beat her to within an inch of her life for embarrassing him in public. She had needed to sit down, but he had either not heard her or ignored her request.
She heard Zoser calling for a wet cloth and some of hr anxiety began to fade. Her Zosie wouldn't let anything happen to her. She trusted him more than almost anyone else in the world. He would keep Iahotep away from her if he entered in a murderous rage. She was safe as long as her tutor and her lover were with her.
With a bit of struggle, she finally opened her eyes, her gaze traveling over the four people in the room with her ... Osorsen, Zoser, Sirdar H'Moghadam, and Sirdsett H'Sheifa. Sensation was returning quickly and every bone in her bruised body seemed to scream in agony. One of her hands immediately traveled to her belly and she tried to sit up, falling back upon the bed when a wave of dizziness washed over her.
“My baby ...” she said, her voice hoarse and barely above a whisper. “Is he okay?”
Her arms had barely reached the nape of Osorsen's neck when Hatshepsut felt herself lowered onto a soft surface, torn away from her beloved once more No, she thought thought through the surreal haze that clouded her mind, please don't leave me again. You promised we would always be together.
Now she felt cold and alone and vulnerable, at the complete mercy of her heartless and cruel husband. She needed to get up but she couldn't move. Even her arms seemed too heavy to lift anymore. Oso gives me strength. Without him, I am as fragile as the petals of a flower. And Iahotep was the kind of man who would crush a delicate blossom in his fist without a second's thought.
He was going to be furious with her, for he deplored weakness. Hatshepsut knew that already. He would likely believe that she had fainted on purpose, just to annoy him. He would strike her again … or worse, he would beat her to within an inch of her life for embarrassing him in public. She had needed to sit down, but he had either not heard her or ignored her request.
She heard Zoser calling for a wet cloth and some of hr anxiety began to fade. Her Zosie wouldn't let anything happen to her. She trusted him more than almost anyone else in the world. He would keep Iahotep away from her if he entered in a murderous rage. She was safe as long as her tutor and her lover were with her.
With a bit of struggle, she finally opened her eyes, her gaze traveling over the four people in the room with her ... Osorsen, Zoser, Sirdar H'Moghadam, and Sirdsett H'Sheifa. Sensation was returning quickly and every bone in her bruised body seemed to scream in agony. One of her hands immediately traveled to her belly and she tried to sit up, falling back upon the bed when a wave of dizziness washed over her.
“My baby ...” she said, her voice hoarse and barely above a whisper. “Is he okay?”
He had not heard his Queen’s whisper, for his were directed at none other than Iaheru H’Sheifa. She had not applauded his announcement as was expected on her and it made his fury bubble. How dare she? Was this some silent show of rebellion? A way to tell him she did not support him? His eyes narrowed as she finally did clap, no doubt prompted by Narmer. This was unacceptable. He intended to cross the gardens and take the Queen, crushing grip and all, with him but he would not get the chance. He’d felt her sway and assumed she was attempting to remove herself from his grip. Before he could tighten it however, the young Queen was on the ground beside him.
Suddenly, his Queen was surrounded and then moments later whisked away by Osorsen. He hadn’t even the chance to process his anger with her before she was gone. Clearly, she had had done this on purpose. An intentional show of weakness to make them both appear like feeble fools! To embarrass him! The rage in his eyes burned as brightly as Ra high in the midday sky. His fists were quickly balled as he turned to furiously address his court. Fools! The lot of them! Did they not have enough intelligence to know that the evening was over? “This evening is over!” His voice boomed, “Find yourselves to your homes!” That was all the warning they would get. He expected them to file out immediately but he would not wait to ensure they were gone.
The King of Kings had a Queen to deal with. He stalked towards the manor with a rage unlike any he had felt before burning in his blood. He pushed past anyone too foolish to move out of the way in time. A sneer left his lips as the H’Haikaddad boy opened the door for him with a boy. He was too blinded by wrath to notice, but was pleased nonetheless that the boy did not attempt to impede him. His eyes fell on those in the room and immediately he was displeased. “Sirdar H’Haikaddad, see to it that your guests are leaving as I have commanded.” He tone left no room for argument.
“Sirdsett, Sirdar H'Moghadam-” his furious gaze was split between his general and the rebellious H’Sheifa Sirdsett. “-your presence is no longer required.” In his rage, he wanted nothing more than for them to be gone. There were too many bodies in the room and too many eyes on the Queen. Truthfully, there was only one man he wanted to see in the room, and the Pharaoh soon addressed him.
“Zoser,” he began, tone dripping with ill temper, “you will stay.”
His eyes then turned to the Queen and his fists began to shake from the sheer strength at which he squeezed them. “Pray to the Gods that he has not been harmed by your carelessness.” He wanted to punish her, right then and there, but he knew he would not restrain himself. He could not risk harming their child. That was why Zoser was permitted to remain in the room. His childhood friend would know how to calm him before he was attacking the Queen in a fit of rage.
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He had not heard his Queen’s whisper, for his were directed at none other than Iaheru H’Sheifa. She had not applauded his announcement as was expected on her and it made his fury bubble. How dare she? Was this some silent show of rebellion? A way to tell him she did not support him? His eyes narrowed as she finally did clap, no doubt prompted by Narmer. This was unacceptable. He intended to cross the gardens and take the Queen, crushing grip and all, with him but he would not get the chance. He’d felt her sway and assumed she was attempting to remove herself from his grip. Before he could tighten it however, the young Queen was on the ground beside him.
Suddenly, his Queen was surrounded and then moments later whisked away by Osorsen. He hadn’t even the chance to process his anger with her before she was gone. Clearly, she had had done this on purpose. An intentional show of weakness to make them both appear like feeble fools! To embarrass him! The rage in his eyes burned as brightly as Ra high in the midday sky. His fists were quickly balled as he turned to furiously address his court. Fools! The lot of them! Did they not have enough intelligence to know that the evening was over? “This evening is over!” His voice boomed, “Find yourselves to your homes!” That was all the warning they would get. He expected them to file out immediately but he would not wait to ensure they were gone.
The King of Kings had a Queen to deal with. He stalked towards the manor with a rage unlike any he had felt before burning in his blood. He pushed past anyone too foolish to move out of the way in time. A sneer left his lips as the H’Haikaddad boy opened the door for him with a boy. He was too blinded by wrath to notice, but was pleased nonetheless that the boy did not attempt to impede him. His eyes fell on those in the room and immediately he was displeased. “Sirdar H’Haikaddad, see to it that your guests are leaving as I have commanded.” He tone left no room for argument.
“Sirdsett, Sirdar H'Moghadam-” his furious gaze was split between his general and the rebellious H’Sheifa Sirdsett. “-your presence is no longer required.” In his rage, he wanted nothing more than for them to be gone. There were too many bodies in the room and too many eyes on the Queen. Truthfully, there was only one man he wanted to see in the room, and the Pharaoh soon addressed him.
“Zoser,” he began, tone dripping with ill temper, “you will stay.”
His eyes then turned to the Queen and his fists began to shake from the sheer strength at which he squeezed them. “Pray to the Gods that he has not been harmed by your carelessness.” He wanted to punish her, right then and there, but he knew he would not restrain himself. He could not risk harming their child. That was why Zoser was permitted to remain in the room. His childhood friend would know how to calm him before he was attacking the Queen in a fit of rage.
He had not heard his Queen’s whisper, for his were directed at none other than Iaheru H’Sheifa. She had not applauded his announcement as was expected on her and it made his fury bubble. How dare she? Was this some silent show of rebellion? A way to tell him she did not support him? His eyes narrowed as she finally did clap, no doubt prompted by Narmer. This was unacceptable. He intended to cross the gardens and take the Queen, crushing grip and all, with him but he would not get the chance. He’d felt her sway and assumed she was attempting to remove herself from his grip. Before he could tighten it however, the young Queen was on the ground beside him.
Suddenly, his Queen was surrounded and then moments later whisked away by Osorsen. He hadn’t even the chance to process his anger with her before she was gone. Clearly, she had had done this on purpose. An intentional show of weakness to make them both appear like feeble fools! To embarrass him! The rage in his eyes burned as brightly as Ra high in the midday sky. His fists were quickly balled as he turned to furiously address his court. Fools! The lot of them! Did they not have enough intelligence to know that the evening was over? “This evening is over!” His voice boomed, “Find yourselves to your homes!” That was all the warning they would get. He expected them to file out immediately but he would not wait to ensure they were gone.
The King of Kings had a Queen to deal with. He stalked towards the manor with a rage unlike any he had felt before burning in his blood. He pushed past anyone too foolish to move out of the way in time. A sneer left his lips as the H’Haikaddad boy opened the door for him with a boy. He was too blinded by wrath to notice, but was pleased nonetheless that the boy did not attempt to impede him. His eyes fell on those in the room and immediately he was displeased. “Sirdar H’Haikaddad, see to it that your guests are leaving as I have commanded.” He tone left no room for argument.
“Sirdsett, Sirdar H'Moghadam-” his furious gaze was split between his general and the rebellious H’Sheifa Sirdsett. “-your presence is no longer required.” In his rage, he wanted nothing more than for them to be gone. There were too many bodies in the room and too many eyes on the Queen. Truthfully, there was only one man he wanted to see in the room, and the Pharaoh soon addressed him.
“Zoser,” he began, tone dripping with ill temper, “you will stay.”
His eyes then turned to the Queen and his fists began to shake from the sheer strength at which he squeezed them. “Pray to the Gods that he has not been harmed by your carelessness.” He wanted to punish her, right then and there, but he knew he would not restrain himself. He could not risk harming their child. That was why Zoser was permitted to remain in the room. His childhood friend would know how to calm him before he was attacking the Queen in a fit of rage.
Perhaps this would be the only time he thanked the Gods for his family's saraaya being smaller then the rest, for Safiya managed to return with the cool water in a basin, a towel soaking in its depths, along with a thin material that could be used as a shroud for the young Queen to use once she woke up. Moving aside so Safiya could tend to the passed out Queen, Narmer raised a brow when he noted how Zoser held the warning hand on Oso's arms, and shot the man a grateful look - his friend did not think at times, and often required others to do the thinking for him.
Nervously glancing at the door in case the Pharoah would burst in at an inopportune time, he flashed an encouraging smile through a crack of the door at his nephew, pride shining in his eyes. If anything at all, Kissan was reliable in times of trouble, and he trusted the young teenager to do as he was told - although the amount of flirtatious smiles and batting of eyelashes made Narmer mentally note down a time to speak to his nephew of such matters.
The Haikaddad family did not need a random bastard child in a few years due to his nephew's hormonal spikes at this age.
Allowing Safiya closer, his niece tried to hold the young Queen down as she sat up. Safiya managed to catch the Queen just before she collapsed hard on the bed, but before any of them could attend to the query of the heir she now carried within her, the resounding and very terrifying presence of the Pharoah swept past, that even Narmer backed up a few steps when the anger swept in like the rage of a thousand suns.
It didn't take a genius for Narmer to know the festivities was over, and the Gods only knew what would happen to him, considering this disaster had happened on his saraaya grounds, even if he wasn't the one responsible for the Queen's spontaneous collapsing.
Nervously nodding and following orders, Narmer quickly filed out, dragging Safiya with him. "I will find a physician and prepare your ride home as swiftly as I can, Your Majesty." Hurried in his words, he all but yanked his niece out, and sent her to find a physician who could attend to the Queen, before pulling Kissan along with him to hurry the guests out. There was no telling when the Pharoah would feel th need to go on a rampage, and Narmer did a quick mental count of how many valuables were in that room, before murmuring at Kissan with a hooded look as they got to the main entrance where people were leaving.
"So I assume you knew all those ladies you were speaking to back at the room?" the uncle raised a brow at his nephew, as if daring Kissan to come up with an excuse for that.
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Perhaps this would be the only time he thanked the Gods for his family's saraaya being smaller then the rest, for Safiya managed to return with the cool water in a basin, a towel soaking in its depths, along with a thin material that could be used as a shroud for the young Queen to use once she woke up. Moving aside so Safiya could tend to the passed out Queen, Narmer raised a brow when he noted how Zoser held the warning hand on Oso's arms, and shot the man a grateful look - his friend did not think at times, and often required others to do the thinking for him.
Nervously glancing at the door in case the Pharoah would burst in at an inopportune time, he flashed an encouraging smile through a crack of the door at his nephew, pride shining in his eyes. If anything at all, Kissan was reliable in times of trouble, and he trusted the young teenager to do as he was told - although the amount of flirtatious smiles and batting of eyelashes made Narmer mentally note down a time to speak to his nephew of such matters.
The Haikaddad family did not need a random bastard child in a few years due to his nephew's hormonal spikes at this age.
Allowing Safiya closer, his niece tried to hold the young Queen down as she sat up. Safiya managed to catch the Queen just before she collapsed hard on the bed, but before any of them could attend to the query of the heir she now carried within her, the resounding and very terrifying presence of the Pharoah swept past, that even Narmer backed up a few steps when the anger swept in like the rage of a thousand suns.
It didn't take a genius for Narmer to know the festivities was over, and the Gods only knew what would happen to him, considering this disaster had happened on his saraaya grounds, even if he wasn't the one responsible for the Queen's spontaneous collapsing.
Nervously nodding and following orders, Narmer quickly filed out, dragging Safiya with him. "I will find a physician and prepare your ride home as swiftly as I can, Your Majesty." Hurried in his words, he all but yanked his niece out, and sent her to find a physician who could attend to the Queen, before pulling Kissan along with him to hurry the guests out. There was no telling when the Pharoah would feel th need to go on a rampage, and Narmer did a quick mental count of how many valuables were in that room, before murmuring at Kissan with a hooded look as they got to the main entrance where people were leaving.
"So I assume you knew all those ladies you were speaking to back at the room?" the uncle raised a brow at his nephew, as if daring Kissan to come up with an excuse for that.
Perhaps this would be the only time he thanked the Gods for his family's saraaya being smaller then the rest, for Safiya managed to return with the cool water in a basin, a towel soaking in its depths, along with a thin material that could be used as a shroud for the young Queen to use once she woke up. Moving aside so Safiya could tend to the passed out Queen, Narmer raised a brow when he noted how Zoser held the warning hand on Oso's arms, and shot the man a grateful look - his friend did not think at times, and often required others to do the thinking for him.
Nervously glancing at the door in case the Pharoah would burst in at an inopportune time, he flashed an encouraging smile through a crack of the door at his nephew, pride shining in his eyes. If anything at all, Kissan was reliable in times of trouble, and he trusted the young teenager to do as he was told - although the amount of flirtatious smiles and batting of eyelashes made Narmer mentally note down a time to speak to his nephew of such matters.
The Haikaddad family did not need a random bastard child in a few years due to his nephew's hormonal spikes at this age.
Allowing Safiya closer, his niece tried to hold the young Queen down as she sat up. Safiya managed to catch the Queen just before she collapsed hard on the bed, but before any of them could attend to the query of the heir she now carried within her, the resounding and very terrifying presence of the Pharoah swept past, that even Narmer backed up a few steps when the anger swept in like the rage of a thousand suns.
It didn't take a genius for Narmer to know the festivities was over, and the Gods only knew what would happen to him, considering this disaster had happened on his saraaya grounds, even if he wasn't the one responsible for the Queen's spontaneous collapsing.
Nervously nodding and following orders, Narmer quickly filed out, dragging Safiya with him. "I will find a physician and prepare your ride home as swiftly as I can, Your Majesty." Hurried in his words, he all but yanked his niece out, and sent her to find a physician who could attend to the Queen, before pulling Kissan along with him to hurry the guests out. There was no telling when the Pharoah would feel th need to go on a rampage, and Narmer did a quick mental count of how many valuables were in that room, before murmuring at Kissan with a hooded look as they got to the main entrance where people were leaving.
"So I assume you knew all those ladies you were speaking to back at the room?" the uncle raised a brow at his nephew, as if daring Kissan to come up with an excuse for that.