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The Pharaoh has announced war! And while the men of Egypt set upon their own business to ensure that they themselves, or their men, are ready to battle, the women of the Egyptian Court are left with little to do but ponder and worry for their manfolk. And who better to voice and quieten concerns with, than others in their position? The young Queen Hatshepsut holds an informal Court session in the exotic gardens of the Evening Star Palace, reclines, cushions, satins and silks, surrounded by palms and frongs of vibrant green as perfumed flowers mingle with the musk of incense. Here, the men are banned from entry and only the women, their female servants and the palace eunuchs are able to hear the whispered gossip and opinions of the females of the kingdom...
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The Pharaoh has announced war! And while the men of Egypt set upon their own business to ensure that they themselves, or their men, are ready to battle, the women of the Egyptian Court are left with little to do but ponder and worry for their manfolk. And who better to voice and quieten concerns with, than others in their position? The young Queen Hatshepsut holds an informal Court session in the exotic gardens of the Evening Star Palace, reclines, cushions, satins and silks, surrounded by palms and frongs of vibrant green as perfumed flowers mingle with the musk of incense. Here, the men are banned from entry and only the women, their female servants and the palace eunuchs are able to hear the whispered gossip and opinions of the females of the kingdom...
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The Pharaoh has announced war! And while the men of Egypt set upon their own business to ensure that they themselves, or their men, are ready to battle, the women of the Egyptian Court are left with little to do but ponder and worry for their manfolk. And who better to voice and quieten concerns with, than others in their position? The young Queen Hatshepsut holds an informal Court session in the exotic gardens of the Evening Star Palace, reclines, cushions, satins and silks, surrounded by palms and frongs of vibrant green as perfumed flowers mingle with the musk of incense. Here, the men are banned from entry and only the women, their female servants and the palace eunuchs are able to hear the whispered gossip and opinions of the females of the kingdom...
After stepping out of her bath, Hatshepsut turned toward her mirror as her servants dried her off admiring the slight swelling of her belly. She was only three months along and shouldn't be showing yet, which made her wonder if maybe … just maybe … she had been wrong and her child was truly Osorsen's instead of Iahotep's.
She had heard tales that some women bled even after they fell pregnant. Perhaps that was what happened to her. Her courses had been weaker than usual that month. A slight smile turned up the corners of her lips and hope filled her heart. If the baby was his, she wished for a boy, so that Osorsen's son would be Pharaoh even if he would not.
It was his absence from her life lately that had inspired her to hold a gathering for the noblewomen of Egypt. Her lover had no time for her as he prepared his army for war. Other women were in the same situation and needed an outlet for their worries and concerns, and to bond with and support each other as their husband, fathers, and brothers got ready to fight. Some of them would never return.
The young Queen rather hoped that Iahotep would be one of those. If he was killed in battle, all of her problems would be solved. She could marry Osorsen and live happily every after. Her husband had not spent much time with her either and she didn't miss him at all. The news of war had been good for her in that regard. The less she saw of her hated husband, the happier she was.
Her attendants dressed her in a golden semi-sheer kalisaris held up by straps adorned with a pattern of amethyst, sapphire, and emerald beads. To emphasize her expanding waistline, she wore a bejeweled belt, the ends extending nearly to the hem of her gown. A wide collar made of gold and studded with amethysts, sapphires, and emeralds encircled her neck and she wore a long beaded necklace beneath it. Matching earrings dangled from her ears, and her bracelets were of glittering gold.
Her hair was left down to flow loose down her back and instead of a lavish crown, she wore a simple circlet of gold and jewels. Her makeup was light and tasteful. She wished to look approachable rather than exalted, still a Queen but someone that the other women could identify with and talk to freely.
After one last look in the mirror, she left her rooms and traversed the palace corridors until she reached the door that led to the gardens, followed by her usual entourage, minus the guards that generally accompanied her. Eunuchs served that purpose now, for no men were allowed into her verdant realm today.
The servants had done a wonderful job in setting everything up. Hatshepsut was proud both them and herself. This event had been her own idea, not encouraged by her mother, and she had made most of the arrangements herself. This was the first time she had hosted an affair on her own, and she hoped that everything went well. She knew that Isetheperu was often disappointed in her for being so shy and demure, and hoped that she would be pleased with the success of this gathering and praise her for her initiative.
Her smile broadened as she settled herself upon the richly upholstered divan in the center of the clearing that had been brought for her use. Accepting a glass of white wine from a servant, she waited for her guests to arrive.
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After stepping out of her bath, Hatshepsut turned toward her mirror as her servants dried her off admiring the slight swelling of her belly. She was only three months along and shouldn't be showing yet, which made her wonder if maybe … just maybe … she had been wrong and her child was truly Osorsen's instead of Iahotep's.
She had heard tales that some women bled even after they fell pregnant. Perhaps that was what happened to her. Her courses had been weaker than usual that month. A slight smile turned up the corners of her lips and hope filled her heart. If the baby was his, she wished for a boy, so that Osorsen's son would be Pharaoh even if he would not.
It was his absence from her life lately that had inspired her to hold a gathering for the noblewomen of Egypt. Her lover had no time for her as he prepared his army for war. Other women were in the same situation and needed an outlet for their worries and concerns, and to bond with and support each other as their husband, fathers, and brothers got ready to fight. Some of them would never return.
The young Queen rather hoped that Iahotep would be one of those. If he was killed in battle, all of her problems would be solved. She could marry Osorsen and live happily every after. Her husband had not spent much time with her either and she didn't miss him at all. The news of war had been good for her in that regard. The less she saw of her hated husband, the happier she was.
Her attendants dressed her in a golden semi-sheer kalisaris held up by straps adorned with a pattern of amethyst, sapphire, and emerald beads. To emphasize her expanding waistline, she wore a bejeweled belt, the ends extending nearly to the hem of her gown. A wide collar made of gold and studded with amethysts, sapphires, and emeralds encircled her neck and she wore a long beaded necklace beneath it. Matching earrings dangled from her ears, and her bracelets were of glittering gold.
Her hair was left down to flow loose down her back and instead of a lavish crown, she wore a simple circlet of gold and jewels. Her makeup was light and tasteful. She wished to look approachable rather than exalted, still a Queen but someone that the other women could identify with and talk to freely.
After one last look in the mirror, she left her rooms and traversed the palace corridors until she reached the door that led to the gardens, followed by her usual entourage, minus the guards that generally accompanied her. Eunuchs served that purpose now, for no men were allowed into her verdant realm today.
The servants had done a wonderful job in setting everything up. Hatshepsut was proud both them and herself. This event had been her own idea, not encouraged by her mother, and she had made most of the arrangements herself. This was the first time she had hosted an affair on her own, and she hoped that everything went well. She knew that Isetheperu was often disappointed in her for being so shy and demure, and hoped that she would be pleased with the success of this gathering and praise her for her initiative.
Her smile broadened as she settled herself upon the richly upholstered divan in the center of the clearing that had been brought for her use. Accepting a glass of white wine from a servant, she waited for her guests to arrive.
After stepping out of her bath, Hatshepsut turned toward her mirror as her servants dried her off admiring the slight swelling of her belly. She was only three months along and shouldn't be showing yet, which made her wonder if maybe … just maybe … she had been wrong and her child was truly Osorsen's instead of Iahotep's.
She had heard tales that some women bled even after they fell pregnant. Perhaps that was what happened to her. Her courses had been weaker than usual that month. A slight smile turned up the corners of her lips and hope filled her heart. If the baby was his, she wished for a boy, so that Osorsen's son would be Pharaoh even if he would not.
It was his absence from her life lately that had inspired her to hold a gathering for the noblewomen of Egypt. Her lover had no time for her as he prepared his army for war. Other women were in the same situation and needed an outlet for their worries and concerns, and to bond with and support each other as their husband, fathers, and brothers got ready to fight. Some of them would never return.
The young Queen rather hoped that Iahotep would be one of those. If he was killed in battle, all of her problems would be solved. She could marry Osorsen and live happily every after. Her husband had not spent much time with her either and she didn't miss him at all. The news of war had been good for her in that regard. The less she saw of her hated husband, the happier she was.
Her attendants dressed her in a golden semi-sheer kalisaris held up by straps adorned with a pattern of amethyst, sapphire, and emerald beads. To emphasize her expanding waistline, she wore a bejeweled belt, the ends extending nearly to the hem of her gown. A wide collar made of gold and studded with amethysts, sapphires, and emeralds encircled her neck and she wore a long beaded necklace beneath it. Matching earrings dangled from her ears, and her bracelets were of glittering gold.
Her hair was left down to flow loose down her back and instead of a lavish crown, she wore a simple circlet of gold and jewels. Her makeup was light and tasteful. She wished to look approachable rather than exalted, still a Queen but someone that the other women could identify with and talk to freely.
After one last look in the mirror, she left her rooms and traversed the palace corridors until she reached the door that led to the gardens, followed by her usual entourage, minus the guards that generally accompanied her. Eunuchs served that purpose now, for no men were allowed into her verdant realm today.
The servants had done a wonderful job in setting everything up. Hatshepsut was proud both them and herself. This event had been her own idea, not encouraged by her mother, and she had made most of the arrangements herself. This was the first time she had hosted an affair on her own, and she hoped that everything went well. She knew that Isetheperu was often disappointed in her for being so shy and demure, and hoped that she would be pleased with the success of this gathering and praise her for her initiative.
Her smile broadened as she settled herself upon the richly upholstered divan in the center of the clearing that had been brought for her use. Accepting a glass of white wine from a servant, she waited for her guests to arrive.
Safiya had been one of those who had assisted with the young Queen and her preparations for this gathering, while the soft smiles that sometimes crossed her face were hard to guess as a source she had realized that the one certain part that was not the cause was the Queen's husband. Not that the nature of her relationship with her spouse was all that much of a concern for Safiya, although she did wonder about it from time to time, after all, her uncle had certainly suggested that the Pharoah and the kind of wandering eye that should make her nervous or at least that made sure that Narmer was nervous about her own presence here.
They couldn't undo what had been done, and the cold hard truth of it all was that they needed these strong political connections, so much so that it might even make sense for an affair with the Pharoah or at least to gain some notice that would provide benefit to the whole of the Hei but Safiya didn't think she would be the one to accomplish that. While she could flirt and even tease ever so lightly it was not really an option for Safiya to progress past any point that might be more of a point of no return. It was just the wat she was, perhaps due to the fact that her affections and passion rested upon another person.
Even if he was completely unaware of that being the case. No, her sole sharing had been with her twin. But then the sisters had rarely had secrets between each other "Would you like anything else, highness?" she questioned, it seemed that of late she was one most often passing a drink to the Queen and otherwise watching the young woman as she continued to progress in her pregnancy. Even though she was never going to account herself as being among the very wise or the very best at much of anything, the truth was that Safiya wanted to always at least try and be a person that was both good and moral.
There were times when this was more successful that others.
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Safiya had been one of those who had assisted with the young Queen and her preparations for this gathering, while the soft smiles that sometimes crossed her face were hard to guess as a source she had realized that the one certain part that was not the cause was the Queen's husband. Not that the nature of her relationship with her spouse was all that much of a concern for Safiya, although she did wonder about it from time to time, after all, her uncle had certainly suggested that the Pharoah and the kind of wandering eye that should make her nervous or at least that made sure that Narmer was nervous about her own presence here.
They couldn't undo what had been done, and the cold hard truth of it all was that they needed these strong political connections, so much so that it might even make sense for an affair with the Pharoah or at least to gain some notice that would provide benefit to the whole of the Hei but Safiya didn't think she would be the one to accomplish that. While she could flirt and even tease ever so lightly it was not really an option for Safiya to progress past any point that might be more of a point of no return. It was just the wat she was, perhaps due to the fact that her affections and passion rested upon another person.
Even if he was completely unaware of that being the case. No, her sole sharing had been with her twin. But then the sisters had rarely had secrets between each other "Would you like anything else, highness?" she questioned, it seemed that of late she was one most often passing a drink to the Queen and otherwise watching the young woman as she continued to progress in her pregnancy. Even though she was never going to account herself as being among the very wise or the very best at much of anything, the truth was that Safiya wanted to always at least try and be a person that was both good and moral.
There were times when this was more successful that others.
Safiya had been one of those who had assisted with the young Queen and her preparations for this gathering, while the soft smiles that sometimes crossed her face were hard to guess as a source she had realized that the one certain part that was not the cause was the Queen's husband. Not that the nature of her relationship with her spouse was all that much of a concern for Safiya, although she did wonder about it from time to time, after all, her uncle had certainly suggested that the Pharoah and the kind of wandering eye that should make her nervous or at least that made sure that Narmer was nervous about her own presence here.
They couldn't undo what had been done, and the cold hard truth of it all was that they needed these strong political connections, so much so that it might even make sense for an affair with the Pharoah or at least to gain some notice that would provide benefit to the whole of the Hei but Safiya didn't think she would be the one to accomplish that. While she could flirt and even tease ever so lightly it was not really an option for Safiya to progress past any point that might be more of a point of no return. It was just the wat she was, perhaps due to the fact that her affections and passion rested upon another person.
Even if he was completely unaware of that being the case. No, her sole sharing had been with her twin. But then the sisters had rarely had secrets between each other "Would you like anything else, highness?" she questioned, it seemed that of late she was one most often passing a drink to the Queen and otherwise watching the young woman as she continued to progress in her pregnancy. Even though she was never going to account herself as being among the very wise or the very best at much of anything, the truth was that Safiya wanted to always at least try and be a person that was both good and moral.
There were times when this was more successful that others.
Though she had initially decided to leave her pets in her rooms, Hatshepsut changed her mind and asked one of the slaves to fetch them for her. Animals were often calming as well as entertaining, and watching the antics of her monkey Nefret, who always wanted to be the center of attention, might help to break the ice. Tahira was a regal creature, but the caracal was friendly and liked to roam around and be petted. If they became a hindrance, she could always send them back.
Her retainer, Safiya, was attentive as always and had been invaluable in helping her plan this event. Both she and her twin sister served Hatshepsut well, and though it had taken a few weeks, she had finally learned to tell them apart. She relied on them for many things, and would probably be needing them more as her pregnancy progressed. The young Queen also enjoyed their companionship. They were not much older than she and she could relate to them more than to her older attendants. She hoped that the twins were as pleased with her as she was with them.
Eventually they would marry, and Hatshepsut had been thinking of speaking to their brother about his plans for them. If her recommendation could help him secure wealthy and well-connected husbands for them, than she would gladly give it. She was also aware of their financial situation and would offer dowries for the twins if they were needed. More than anything, she wanted them to be more content with their husbands than she was with hers. Their happiness was important to her.
The animals arrived. Tahira settled upon a pillow at the young Queen's feet while Nefret draped herself around her shoulders. Hatshepsut smiled when Safiya asked her if she needed anything. “No, I'm fine for now, Safiya.” She smiled at the other girl. “You do not have to stay by my side all evening. The slaves can fetch what I need. Feel free to mingle with the other women and enjoy yourself. We are all supposed to be equal tonight.”
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Though she had initially decided to leave her pets in her rooms, Hatshepsut changed her mind and asked one of the slaves to fetch them for her. Animals were often calming as well as entertaining, and watching the antics of her monkey Nefret, who always wanted to be the center of attention, might help to break the ice. Tahira was a regal creature, but the caracal was friendly and liked to roam around and be petted. If they became a hindrance, she could always send them back.
Her retainer, Safiya, was attentive as always and had been invaluable in helping her plan this event. Both she and her twin sister served Hatshepsut well, and though it had taken a few weeks, she had finally learned to tell them apart. She relied on them for many things, and would probably be needing them more as her pregnancy progressed. The young Queen also enjoyed their companionship. They were not much older than she and she could relate to them more than to her older attendants. She hoped that the twins were as pleased with her as she was with them.
Eventually they would marry, and Hatshepsut had been thinking of speaking to their brother about his plans for them. If her recommendation could help him secure wealthy and well-connected husbands for them, than she would gladly give it. She was also aware of their financial situation and would offer dowries for the twins if they were needed. More than anything, she wanted them to be more content with their husbands than she was with hers. Their happiness was important to her.
The animals arrived. Tahira settled upon a pillow at the young Queen's feet while Nefret draped herself around her shoulders. Hatshepsut smiled when Safiya asked her if she needed anything. “No, I'm fine for now, Safiya.” She smiled at the other girl. “You do not have to stay by my side all evening. The slaves can fetch what I need. Feel free to mingle with the other women and enjoy yourself. We are all supposed to be equal tonight.”
Though she had initially decided to leave her pets in her rooms, Hatshepsut changed her mind and asked one of the slaves to fetch them for her. Animals were often calming as well as entertaining, and watching the antics of her monkey Nefret, who always wanted to be the center of attention, might help to break the ice. Tahira was a regal creature, but the caracal was friendly and liked to roam around and be petted. If they became a hindrance, she could always send them back.
Her retainer, Safiya, was attentive as always and had been invaluable in helping her plan this event. Both she and her twin sister served Hatshepsut well, and though it had taken a few weeks, she had finally learned to tell them apart. She relied on them for many things, and would probably be needing them more as her pregnancy progressed. The young Queen also enjoyed their companionship. They were not much older than she and she could relate to them more than to her older attendants. She hoped that the twins were as pleased with her as she was with them.
Eventually they would marry, and Hatshepsut had been thinking of speaking to their brother about his plans for them. If her recommendation could help him secure wealthy and well-connected husbands for them, than she would gladly give it. She was also aware of their financial situation and would offer dowries for the twins if they were needed. More than anything, she wanted them to be more content with their husbands than she was with hers. Their happiness was important to her.
The animals arrived. Tahira settled upon a pillow at the young Queen's feet while Nefret draped herself around her shoulders. Hatshepsut smiled when Safiya asked her if she needed anything. “No, I'm fine for now, Safiya.” She smiled at the other girl. “You do not have to stay by my side all evening. The slaves can fetch what I need. Feel free to mingle with the other women and enjoy yourself. We are all supposed to be equal tonight.”
Neithotep’s heart was in her throat as she stepped onto the Palace grounds, surrounded by her mother and sisters. Unfortunately, the Evening Star Palace had become an all too familiar location for her lately, though she could only be thankful that the reason she was here tonight was quite different than what it had been in the past several weeks. He’s not allowed in this gathering, remember that, Nia reminded herself, her grip on Nefertaari’s arm a bit tighter than it should be. Her elder sister gave her a worried look before Nia remembered to let go of the tension on her face, slackening her grip and smiling. She answered a murmured question of concern with a short affirmation of her own well-being, taking a deep breath and releasing it. It’s only for the women. He won’t even see you.
But he would know she was there; he always did. Would he summon her when the gathering was over? Surely he wouldn’t dare to be so obvious with so many of the noblewomen of Egypt wandering about. But one could never tell with the Pharaoh. If Neithotep had learned anything about him in their nights together, it was that Iahotep did whatever pleased him when it pleased him. He was the King of Kings, after all. Who could stop him?
If only I could.
Trailing behind Iaheru to the gardens where the informal session was to be held, Nia kept her gaze fixed on her mother’s back while wrapping her beaded shawl a little tighter around her shoulders. The hem of her golden kalasiris trailed the floor behind her as she walked, narrowing her focus to keeping her steps light and even. Let the others credit her nerves to her rare appearance in Court, rather than fear of the monster that was sure to lurk around the corner. Even if her appearances had been markedly more frequent lately.
Once they reached the gardens themselves, she visibly relaxed, glancing around the immaculately kept grounds with an air of appreciation. It was obvious a lot of thought and care had been put into the presentation for the night, and it showed. The sweet, wafting scent of incense filled her nose as they joined the Queen and her retainers, Nia dropping into a deep bow before Hatshepsut.
“Your Evening Radiance,” the young lady murmured in greeting, waiting a moment before straightening up to offer the young Queen a small smile. “You look divine tonight, as all nights. Thank you so much for hosting us here. It’s a trying time for us all.”
Truthfully, it had been yet another fight to get Neithotep to come tonight, frustrated that she should have to go at all. Her father and brothers weren’t heading off to the war, so it wasn’t like anyone truly close to her or the rest of her Hei was in too much danger. But her mother had insisted that Hei Sheifa needed to show its support to the others of the nobility who would be facing potential loss. So here she was, dragged along with both her sisters, to a place she didn’t want to be, at a function she didn’t want to attend.
It was practically the story of her life.
Glancing down at the gently rounded curve of the Queen’s belly and pulling herself back to the current moment, Nia suppressed a shudder. It was bad enough, the torments she’d had to endure at Iahotep’s hands, but to bear his child… At least she didn’t have to do that. She felt a pang of sympathy for the young monarch, her smile turning a little more genuine. She could only imagine how lonely her place at the Pharaoh’s side must be.
“Pregnancy suits you well, my Queen, if I might be so bold,” she told Hatshepsut, glancing back up from her stomach to her face. “You look very healthy. I hope all is progressing as it should.”
A movement in the corner of her eye caught Nia’s attention, turning to see Safiya standing nearby. Of course she would be here; as the Queen’s handmaiden, it only made sense. “If you’ll excuse me, Your Evening Radiance.”
Another bow and she was gone, walking over to Safiya and wrapping her arms around the younger girl. “I’m not sure if I’ve ever been happier to see you,” she told her friend before releasing her. Gesturing around the gardens, she asked, “Did you help do all this? Everything looks so lovely!”
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Neithotep’s heart was in her throat as she stepped onto the Palace grounds, surrounded by her mother and sisters. Unfortunately, the Evening Star Palace had become an all too familiar location for her lately, though she could only be thankful that the reason she was here tonight was quite different than what it had been in the past several weeks. He’s not allowed in this gathering, remember that, Nia reminded herself, her grip on Nefertaari’s arm a bit tighter than it should be. Her elder sister gave her a worried look before Nia remembered to let go of the tension on her face, slackening her grip and smiling. She answered a murmured question of concern with a short affirmation of her own well-being, taking a deep breath and releasing it. It’s only for the women. He won’t even see you.
But he would know she was there; he always did. Would he summon her when the gathering was over? Surely he wouldn’t dare to be so obvious with so many of the noblewomen of Egypt wandering about. But one could never tell with the Pharaoh. If Neithotep had learned anything about him in their nights together, it was that Iahotep did whatever pleased him when it pleased him. He was the King of Kings, after all. Who could stop him?
If only I could.
Trailing behind Iaheru to the gardens where the informal session was to be held, Nia kept her gaze fixed on her mother’s back while wrapping her beaded shawl a little tighter around her shoulders. The hem of her golden kalasiris trailed the floor behind her as she walked, narrowing her focus to keeping her steps light and even. Let the others credit her nerves to her rare appearance in Court, rather than fear of the monster that was sure to lurk around the corner. Even if her appearances had been markedly more frequent lately.
Once they reached the gardens themselves, she visibly relaxed, glancing around the immaculately kept grounds with an air of appreciation. It was obvious a lot of thought and care had been put into the presentation for the night, and it showed. The sweet, wafting scent of incense filled her nose as they joined the Queen and her retainers, Nia dropping into a deep bow before Hatshepsut.
“Your Evening Radiance,” the young lady murmured in greeting, waiting a moment before straightening up to offer the young Queen a small smile. “You look divine tonight, as all nights. Thank you so much for hosting us here. It’s a trying time for us all.”
Truthfully, it had been yet another fight to get Neithotep to come tonight, frustrated that she should have to go at all. Her father and brothers weren’t heading off to the war, so it wasn’t like anyone truly close to her or the rest of her Hei was in too much danger. But her mother had insisted that Hei Sheifa needed to show its support to the others of the nobility who would be facing potential loss. So here she was, dragged along with both her sisters, to a place she didn’t want to be, at a function she didn’t want to attend.
It was practically the story of her life.
Glancing down at the gently rounded curve of the Queen’s belly and pulling herself back to the current moment, Nia suppressed a shudder. It was bad enough, the torments she’d had to endure at Iahotep’s hands, but to bear his child… At least she didn’t have to do that. She felt a pang of sympathy for the young monarch, her smile turning a little more genuine. She could only imagine how lonely her place at the Pharaoh’s side must be.
“Pregnancy suits you well, my Queen, if I might be so bold,” she told Hatshepsut, glancing back up from her stomach to her face. “You look very healthy. I hope all is progressing as it should.”
A movement in the corner of her eye caught Nia’s attention, turning to see Safiya standing nearby. Of course she would be here; as the Queen’s handmaiden, it only made sense. “If you’ll excuse me, Your Evening Radiance.”
Another bow and she was gone, walking over to Safiya and wrapping her arms around the younger girl. “I’m not sure if I’ve ever been happier to see you,” she told her friend before releasing her. Gesturing around the gardens, she asked, “Did you help do all this? Everything looks so lovely!”
Neithotep’s heart was in her throat as she stepped onto the Palace grounds, surrounded by her mother and sisters. Unfortunately, the Evening Star Palace had become an all too familiar location for her lately, though she could only be thankful that the reason she was here tonight was quite different than what it had been in the past several weeks. He’s not allowed in this gathering, remember that, Nia reminded herself, her grip on Nefertaari’s arm a bit tighter than it should be. Her elder sister gave her a worried look before Nia remembered to let go of the tension on her face, slackening her grip and smiling. She answered a murmured question of concern with a short affirmation of her own well-being, taking a deep breath and releasing it. It’s only for the women. He won’t even see you.
But he would know she was there; he always did. Would he summon her when the gathering was over? Surely he wouldn’t dare to be so obvious with so many of the noblewomen of Egypt wandering about. But one could never tell with the Pharaoh. If Neithotep had learned anything about him in their nights together, it was that Iahotep did whatever pleased him when it pleased him. He was the King of Kings, after all. Who could stop him?
If only I could.
Trailing behind Iaheru to the gardens where the informal session was to be held, Nia kept her gaze fixed on her mother’s back while wrapping her beaded shawl a little tighter around her shoulders. The hem of her golden kalasiris trailed the floor behind her as she walked, narrowing her focus to keeping her steps light and even. Let the others credit her nerves to her rare appearance in Court, rather than fear of the monster that was sure to lurk around the corner. Even if her appearances had been markedly more frequent lately.
Once they reached the gardens themselves, she visibly relaxed, glancing around the immaculately kept grounds with an air of appreciation. It was obvious a lot of thought and care had been put into the presentation for the night, and it showed. The sweet, wafting scent of incense filled her nose as they joined the Queen and her retainers, Nia dropping into a deep bow before Hatshepsut.
“Your Evening Radiance,” the young lady murmured in greeting, waiting a moment before straightening up to offer the young Queen a small smile. “You look divine tonight, as all nights. Thank you so much for hosting us here. It’s a trying time for us all.”
Truthfully, it had been yet another fight to get Neithotep to come tonight, frustrated that she should have to go at all. Her father and brothers weren’t heading off to the war, so it wasn’t like anyone truly close to her or the rest of her Hei was in too much danger. But her mother had insisted that Hei Sheifa needed to show its support to the others of the nobility who would be facing potential loss. So here she was, dragged along with both her sisters, to a place she didn’t want to be, at a function she didn’t want to attend.
It was practically the story of her life.
Glancing down at the gently rounded curve of the Queen’s belly and pulling herself back to the current moment, Nia suppressed a shudder. It was bad enough, the torments she’d had to endure at Iahotep’s hands, but to bear his child… At least she didn’t have to do that. She felt a pang of sympathy for the young monarch, her smile turning a little more genuine. She could only imagine how lonely her place at the Pharaoh’s side must be.
“Pregnancy suits you well, my Queen, if I might be so bold,” she told Hatshepsut, glancing back up from her stomach to her face. “You look very healthy. I hope all is progressing as it should.”
A movement in the corner of her eye caught Nia’s attention, turning to see Safiya standing nearby. Of course she would be here; as the Queen’s handmaiden, it only made sense. “If you’ll excuse me, Your Evening Radiance.”
Another bow and she was gone, walking over to Safiya and wrapping her arms around the younger girl. “I’m not sure if I’ve ever been happier to see you,” she told her friend before releasing her. Gesturing around the gardens, she asked, “Did you help do all this? Everything looks so lovely!”
Iaheru thought the celebration to be tasteful, nothing too bold, extravagant, or rash. This reality was incongruent with the nature of the war that necessitated the gathering. For that and for the distant warmness she shared for Sutekh, Iaheru respected the queen thrust into her role far too early in life.
She gazed on the forms of her daughter's and then the form of the queen, copper distaste washed over her browned lips, coating the tongue with a certain sadness. Youth did not become pregnancy to Iaheru. Steely darts for pupils scanned for Isetheperu, the woman's sloped nose wrinkling at the end. At the very least, Iaheru didn't auction her daughters off to men she knew were prone to rage. That was about all Iaheru could say on behalf of herself, a certain shame cloaked her similarly to thick braids that uncharacteristically framed her face.
Iaheru gently bristled beside Neithtep, giving her daughter an oblivious, encouraging smile that pulled her lips taught. "We will be home soon," she murmurs to her, assuming the nerves derived from the lack of exposure to court. Her ringed hands fell on the shoulder of her youngest, Nenet, who attended her mother in her reluctant socializing.
"Thank you for gathering the women of Egypt, Your Evening Radiance," Iaheru tucked her head when she came across Hathesput. "It's always an honor to be in the presence of a woman that is so gracious towards my family."
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Iaheru thought the celebration to be tasteful, nothing too bold, extravagant, or rash. This reality was incongruent with the nature of the war that necessitated the gathering. For that and for the distant warmness she shared for Sutekh, Iaheru respected the queen thrust into her role far too early in life.
She gazed on the forms of her daughter's and then the form of the queen, copper distaste washed over her browned lips, coating the tongue with a certain sadness. Youth did not become pregnancy to Iaheru. Steely darts for pupils scanned for Isetheperu, the woman's sloped nose wrinkling at the end. At the very least, Iaheru didn't auction her daughters off to men she knew were prone to rage. That was about all Iaheru could say on behalf of herself, a certain shame cloaked her similarly to thick braids that uncharacteristically framed her face.
Iaheru gently bristled beside Neithtep, giving her daughter an oblivious, encouraging smile that pulled her lips taught. "We will be home soon," she murmurs to her, assuming the nerves derived from the lack of exposure to court. Her ringed hands fell on the shoulder of her youngest, Nenet, who attended her mother in her reluctant socializing.
"Thank you for gathering the women of Egypt, Your Evening Radiance," Iaheru tucked her head when she came across Hathesput. "It's always an honor to be in the presence of a woman that is so gracious towards my family."
Iaheru thought the celebration to be tasteful, nothing too bold, extravagant, or rash. This reality was incongruent with the nature of the war that necessitated the gathering. For that and for the distant warmness she shared for Sutekh, Iaheru respected the queen thrust into her role far too early in life.
She gazed on the forms of her daughter's and then the form of the queen, copper distaste washed over her browned lips, coating the tongue with a certain sadness. Youth did not become pregnancy to Iaheru. Steely darts for pupils scanned for Isetheperu, the woman's sloped nose wrinkling at the end. At the very least, Iaheru didn't auction her daughters off to men she knew were prone to rage. That was about all Iaheru could say on behalf of herself, a certain shame cloaked her similarly to thick braids that uncharacteristically framed her face.
Iaheru gently bristled beside Neithtep, giving her daughter an oblivious, encouraging smile that pulled her lips taught. "We will be home soon," she murmurs to her, assuming the nerves derived from the lack of exposure to court. Her ringed hands fell on the shoulder of her youngest, Nenet, who attended her mother in her reluctant socializing.
"Thank you for gathering the women of Egypt, Your Evening Radiance," Iaheru tucked her head when she came across Hathesput. "It's always an honor to be in the presence of a woman that is so gracious towards my family."
The first of her guests to arrive were the women of Hei Sheifa, which Hatshepsut was glad of. As their family was currently disgraced due to Sirdsett Iaheru's tryst with the Queen's own father, it was best that they not walk into a garden full of hostile faces. Her mother was not here yet either. It was understandable that Isetheperu and Iaheru didn't get along well, but she hoped that they could at least be civil to each other tonight. Or they could avoid an encounter altogether.
Her mother knew how much this evening meant to her, and Hatshepsut didn't think she would do anything to ruin the first event that her daughter had planned and was hosting without her assistance. She was finally asserting herself as Isetheperu had always wanted her to do. The young Quuen was trembling with nervousness and was afraid that she would be expected to give a speech about the role of wives, mothers, sisters, and daughters during the war. She would do it if she had to and had prepared what she would say in advance.
Iaheru and her daughters approached the divan on which she sat. Tahira's tufted ears twitched back and forth and Nefret peered at them curiously. Hatshepsut didn't know them well, but she had heard quite a lot about them from Sutekh. One of the daughters bowed to her and complimented her on her appearance and for hosting this gathering. Which one was she: Nefertaari, Neithotep, or Nenet? She knew their names from her conversations with her half-brother, but he had never described what they looked like. Hopefully, that lack of knowledge would be remedied tonight.
“Thank you,” she said, smiling shyly. “We all need to stick together and support each other through the coming war. I hope bonds will be created tonight that will help us get through it.” Was it her imagination, or did the young woman seem as anxious as she was? She didn't seem to suffer from shyness. Maybe she was worried that her family would be shunned because of their poor reputation. That was not going to happen. Hatshepsut would make certain everyone was treated respectfully. Those who behaved badly would be sent away.
The woman glanced down at the Queen's belly, which made Hatshepsut feel a bit self-conscious. She knew what the rumormongers were saying about her, and while she hoped they were right, she wished the speculations would cease. If Iahotep believed them, he might hurt her again and cause her to lose the child. “Thank you again.” I sound so stupid, she thought to herself. “Everything is going well now that my sickness has nearly passed. I pray for Hathor's blessing for my child every day.”
The pretty brunette moved over to Safiya and embraced her. The two of them were obviously good friends. Perhaps she would help her retainer enjoy the gathering instead of remaining glued to her mistress' side. She appreciated Safiya more than the woman would ever know, and she wanted her to have participate and talk with others tonight, as she too, had loved ones who were going off to Greece.
Iaheru's compliment was also appreciated. Hatshepsut was not certain how to feel about the woman who had caught her father's eye long before she herself was born. In her eyes, the former Pharaoh could do no wrong, and it was possible that Iaheru had seduced him, no matter what she said to the contrary. Her parents had always seemed so happy to her. It was difficult to believe that he would betray her mother by taking a mistress. Yet she could see Iaheru's appeal. She was still a beautiful woman and had probably been absolutely stunning when she was young, just as her daughters were now.
The product of that affair had suffered the most and she believed that was what Iaheru was referring to when she mentioned Hatshpsut's graciousness to her family. It had been the young Queen who had welcomed Sutekh into the Hei of his father and given him rooms in the palace. Whether her husband or mother approved of that decision, she did not care. It had been the right thing to do and she did not regret taking him in. “You are most welcome, Sirdsett. Have you had much contact with your son since he left your house? If you would like to visit him here, just let me know and I will make the arrangements.” Her voice lowered. “Don't let him that I said this, but I can tell how much he misses you, even though he has not spoken of it to me.”
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The first of her guests to arrive were the women of Hei Sheifa, which Hatshepsut was glad of. As their family was currently disgraced due to Sirdsett Iaheru's tryst with the Queen's own father, it was best that they not walk into a garden full of hostile faces. Her mother was not here yet either. It was understandable that Isetheperu and Iaheru didn't get along well, but she hoped that they could at least be civil to each other tonight. Or they could avoid an encounter altogether.
Her mother knew how much this evening meant to her, and Hatshepsut didn't think she would do anything to ruin the first event that her daughter had planned and was hosting without her assistance. She was finally asserting herself as Isetheperu had always wanted her to do. The young Quuen was trembling with nervousness and was afraid that she would be expected to give a speech about the role of wives, mothers, sisters, and daughters during the war. She would do it if she had to and had prepared what she would say in advance.
Iaheru and her daughters approached the divan on which she sat. Tahira's tufted ears twitched back and forth and Nefret peered at them curiously. Hatshepsut didn't know them well, but she had heard quite a lot about them from Sutekh. One of the daughters bowed to her and complimented her on her appearance and for hosting this gathering. Which one was she: Nefertaari, Neithotep, or Nenet? She knew their names from her conversations with her half-brother, but he had never described what they looked like. Hopefully, that lack of knowledge would be remedied tonight.
“Thank you,” she said, smiling shyly. “We all need to stick together and support each other through the coming war. I hope bonds will be created tonight that will help us get through it.” Was it her imagination, or did the young woman seem as anxious as she was? She didn't seem to suffer from shyness. Maybe she was worried that her family would be shunned because of their poor reputation. That was not going to happen. Hatshepsut would make certain everyone was treated respectfully. Those who behaved badly would be sent away.
The woman glanced down at the Queen's belly, which made Hatshepsut feel a bit self-conscious. She knew what the rumormongers were saying about her, and while she hoped they were right, she wished the speculations would cease. If Iahotep believed them, he might hurt her again and cause her to lose the child. “Thank you again.” I sound so stupid, she thought to herself. “Everything is going well now that my sickness has nearly passed. I pray for Hathor's blessing for my child every day.”
The pretty brunette moved over to Safiya and embraced her. The two of them were obviously good friends. Perhaps she would help her retainer enjoy the gathering instead of remaining glued to her mistress' side. She appreciated Safiya more than the woman would ever know, and she wanted her to have participate and talk with others tonight, as she too, had loved ones who were going off to Greece.
Iaheru's compliment was also appreciated. Hatshepsut was not certain how to feel about the woman who had caught her father's eye long before she herself was born. In her eyes, the former Pharaoh could do no wrong, and it was possible that Iaheru had seduced him, no matter what she said to the contrary. Her parents had always seemed so happy to her. It was difficult to believe that he would betray her mother by taking a mistress. Yet she could see Iaheru's appeal. She was still a beautiful woman and had probably been absolutely stunning when she was young, just as her daughters were now.
The product of that affair had suffered the most and she believed that was what Iaheru was referring to when she mentioned Hatshpsut's graciousness to her family. It had been the young Queen who had welcomed Sutekh into the Hei of his father and given him rooms in the palace. Whether her husband or mother approved of that decision, she did not care. It had been the right thing to do and she did not regret taking him in. “You are most welcome, Sirdsett. Have you had much contact with your son since he left your house? If you would like to visit him here, just let me know and I will make the arrangements.” Her voice lowered. “Don't let him that I said this, but I can tell how much he misses you, even though he has not spoken of it to me.”
The first of her guests to arrive were the women of Hei Sheifa, which Hatshepsut was glad of. As their family was currently disgraced due to Sirdsett Iaheru's tryst with the Queen's own father, it was best that they not walk into a garden full of hostile faces. Her mother was not here yet either. It was understandable that Isetheperu and Iaheru didn't get along well, but she hoped that they could at least be civil to each other tonight. Or they could avoid an encounter altogether.
Her mother knew how much this evening meant to her, and Hatshepsut didn't think she would do anything to ruin the first event that her daughter had planned and was hosting without her assistance. She was finally asserting herself as Isetheperu had always wanted her to do. The young Quuen was trembling with nervousness and was afraid that she would be expected to give a speech about the role of wives, mothers, sisters, and daughters during the war. She would do it if she had to and had prepared what she would say in advance.
Iaheru and her daughters approached the divan on which she sat. Tahira's tufted ears twitched back and forth and Nefret peered at them curiously. Hatshepsut didn't know them well, but she had heard quite a lot about them from Sutekh. One of the daughters bowed to her and complimented her on her appearance and for hosting this gathering. Which one was she: Nefertaari, Neithotep, or Nenet? She knew their names from her conversations with her half-brother, but he had never described what they looked like. Hopefully, that lack of knowledge would be remedied tonight.
“Thank you,” she said, smiling shyly. “We all need to stick together and support each other through the coming war. I hope bonds will be created tonight that will help us get through it.” Was it her imagination, or did the young woman seem as anxious as she was? She didn't seem to suffer from shyness. Maybe she was worried that her family would be shunned because of their poor reputation. That was not going to happen. Hatshepsut would make certain everyone was treated respectfully. Those who behaved badly would be sent away.
The woman glanced down at the Queen's belly, which made Hatshepsut feel a bit self-conscious. She knew what the rumormongers were saying about her, and while she hoped they were right, she wished the speculations would cease. If Iahotep believed them, he might hurt her again and cause her to lose the child. “Thank you again.” I sound so stupid, she thought to herself. “Everything is going well now that my sickness has nearly passed. I pray for Hathor's blessing for my child every day.”
The pretty brunette moved over to Safiya and embraced her. The two of them were obviously good friends. Perhaps she would help her retainer enjoy the gathering instead of remaining glued to her mistress' side. She appreciated Safiya more than the woman would ever know, and she wanted her to have participate and talk with others tonight, as she too, had loved ones who were going off to Greece.
Iaheru's compliment was also appreciated. Hatshepsut was not certain how to feel about the woman who had caught her father's eye long before she herself was born. In her eyes, the former Pharaoh could do no wrong, and it was possible that Iaheru had seduced him, no matter what she said to the contrary. Her parents had always seemed so happy to her. It was difficult to believe that he would betray her mother by taking a mistress. Yet she could see Iaheru's appeal. She was still a beautiful woman and had probably been absolutely stunning when she was young, just as her daughters were now.
The product of that affair had suffered the most and she believed that was what Iaheru was referring to when she mentioned Hatshpsut's graciousness to her family. It had been the young Queen who had welcomed Sutekh into the Hei of his father and given him rooms in the palace. Whether her husband or mother approved of that decision, she did not care. It had been the right thing to do and she did not regret taking him in. “You are most welcome, Sirdsett. Have you had much contact with your son since he left your house? If you would like to visit him here, just let me know and I will make the arrangements.” Her voice lowered. “Don't let him that I said this, but I can tell how much he misses you, even though he has not spoken of it to me.”
Safiya was determined to not only do her best but to be the best handmaiden that there had ever been. Which meant concentrating on the Queen and making sure that she was happy and all her needs were met; it was unusual to have to think so much about another person and reminded her of the relationship with her twin, although that was a far deeper and much more personal kind of connection. But she didn't have a lot of examples upon which she should really draw upon but since the flooding and the judgment of her uncle Safiya wanted to do nothing more than to be able to provide some means of securing a far better impression of her than he had done on that occasion.
Not that she was thinking he would witness all of the efforts that she made in order to provide that excellent level of care but Safiya was aware that the court and the gossip that flowed in and around the place could, in this instance but used to her advantage. At least she hoped it would work out.
"It is really my pleasure, your highness. Anything that helps make sure that the day is a success. I won't go far, I promise" even when the arrival of a both beloved, as well as familiar face, made their appearance "Neithotep! You are here, I wondered when you would arrive" she might have held back and paused a little longer but the Queen had already made it clear that she could escape to go out and have some of the fun that would be available "How are you?" was it her imagination or did she look a little more worn? Safiya didn't assume anything terrible though, only that her friend had probably been having far too much fun.
Now that she served the Queen, that wasn't really an option and Safiya had always held back in any case. The rumours about her being a tease had been well-earned but she didn't regret them. While marriage was the one thing she didn't want right away - mostly because her romantic heart wanted the one man she couldn't have - Safiya was sure that her own reputation would be the sort that should assist in providing a whole list of suitable men when the time came. Both her mother and uncle had made it entirely clear that she would be pushed out as a bride. Sooner as opposed to later, although she was personally hoping that they would pick her sister first.
"I did! Not all alone you understand but the Queen was willing to let us be creative. I just hope everyone likes it, do you really like it? You're not just saying that, hmm?" she asked, moving over to stand next to her friend and attempting to link arms so that could walk together.
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Safiya was determined to not only do her best but to be the best handmaiden that there had ever been. Which meant concentrating on the Queen and making sure that she was happy and all her needs were met; it was unusual to have to think so much about another person and reminded her of the relationship with her twin, although that was a far deeper and much more personal kind of connection. But she didn't have a lot of examples upon which she should really draw upon but since the flooding and the judgment of her uncle Safiya wanted to do nothing more than to be able to provide some means of securing a far better impression of her than he had done on that occasion.
Not that she was thinking he would witness all of the efforts that she made in order to provide that excellent level of care but Safiya was aware that the court and the gossip that flowed in and around the place could, in this instance but used to her advantage. At least she hoped it would work out.
"It is really my pleasure, your highness. Anything that helps make sure that the day is a success. I won't go far, I promise" even when the arrival of a both beloved, as well as familiar face, made their appearance "Neithotep! You are here, I wondered when you would arrive" she might have held back and paused a little longer but the Queen had already made it clear that she could escape to go out and have some of the fun that would be available "How are you?" was it her imagination or did she look a little more worn? Safiya didn't assume anything terrible though, only that her friend had probably been having far too much fun.
Now that she served the Queen, that wasn't really an option and Safiya had always held back in any case. The rumours about her being a tease had been well-earned but she didn't regret them. While marriage was the one thing she didn't want right away - mostly because her romantic heart wanted the one man she couldn't have - Safiya was sure that her own reputation would be the sort that should assist in providing a whole list of suitable men when the time came. Both her mother and uncle had made it entirely clear that she would be pushed out as a bride. Sooner as opposed to later, although she was personally hoping that they would pick her sister first.
"I did! Not all alone you understand but the Queen was willing to let us be creative. I just hope everyone likes it, do you really like it? You're not just saying that, hmm?" she asked, moving over to stand next to her friend and attempting to link arms so that could walk together.
Safiya was determined to not only do her best but to be the best handmaiden that there had ever been. Which meant concentrating on the Queen and making sure that she was happy and all her needs were met; it was unusual to have to think so much about another person and reminded her of the relationship with her twin, although that was a far deeper and much more personal kind of connection. But she didn't have a lot of examples upon which she should really draw upon but since the flooding and the judgment of her uncle Safiya wanted to do nothing more than to be able to provide some means of securing a far better impression of her than he had done on that occasion.
Not that she was thinking he would witness all of the efforts that she made in order to provide that excellent level of care but Safiya was aware that the court and the gossip that flowed in and around the place could, in this instance but used to her advantage. At least she hoped it would work out.
"It is really my pleasure, your highness. Anything that helps make sure that the day is a success. I won't go far, I promise" even when the arrival of a both beloved, as well as familiar face, made their appearance "Neithotep! You are here, I wondered when you would arrive" she might have held back and paused a little longer but the Queen had already made it clear that she could escape to go out and have some of the fun that would be available "How are you?" was it her imagination or did she look a little more worn? Safiya didn't assume anything terrible though, only that her friend had probably been having far too much fun.
Now that she served the Queen, that wasn't really an option and Safiya had always held back in any case. The rumours about her being a tease had been well-earned but she didn't regret them. While marriage was the one thing she didn't want right away - mostly because her romantic heart wanted the one man she couldn't have - Safiya was sure that her own reputation would be the sort that should assist in providing a whole list of suitable men when the time came. Both her mother and uncle had made it entirely clear that she would be pushed out as a bride. Sooner as opposed to later, although she was personally hoping that they would pick her sister first.
"I did! Not all alone you understand but the Queen was willing to let us be creative. I just hope everyone likes it, do you really like it? You're not just saying that, hmm?" she asked, moving over to stand next to her friend and attempting to link arms so that could walk together.
Delighted with the young woman’s company, Neithotep linked arms easily with Safiya, their steps falling in sync as they started a slow passage of the gardens. “It’s lovely, truly,” she assured her friend with a sweet smile, reaching over with her free hand to pat Safiya’s forearm. “You and the others did a marvelous job.” Thick lashes fluttered against her cheek when they lowered in a wink. “We should have you come decorate our saraaya sometime.”
The further they got from the others, the more Nia felt herself relax, pausing as they rounded a corner. She had never been comfortable in such situations, and most especially with her most recent circumstances. Reaching over, she stroked the silken petals of an ivory anemone and brought it up to her nose with a delicate inhale. “The gardens are my favorite part of the Palace, I think,” she said with a smile, letting go of the flower and resuming her steps. “The artwork inside is beautiful, of course, but the flowers are so much nicer. And the smell…” She released an appreciative sigh. “It’s perfect.”
She had other reasons for her preference, but these she kept to herself, lest she let a word slip and reveal too much. It was far more peaceful here than inside, and more than that, it was mercifully free of the Pharaoh. Nia couldn’t imagine Iahotep taking any sort of leisurely stroll through the flowery labyrinth like she was, and for that alone, she held the area in high esteem. At least there was someplace here she could be free of him.
“Are you still finding your position to your liking?” Nia asked, turning her attention back to Safiya with a curious tilt of her head. “You seemed content the last time we spoke. I assume that’s still the case?” Dark eyes carefully searched her friend’s face for any signs of fear or wear, worried for the woman’s safety in such proximity to the monster himself. Had he ever been untoward with her? Did his lecherous stare fall on Safiya in the same way it had fallen on Nia? These were questions she couldn’t ask, of course, not without giving her own position away, but she wanted to reassure herself of her friend’s welfare. Subtly, she looked for any signs of bruising or maltreatment, happy she could find none. She knew firsthand how dangerous such closeness could be.
“How do the Queen and the child fare? I can’t imagine how exhausted she must be. Especially with war looming over us all.”
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Delighted with the young woman’s company, Neithotep linked arms easily with Safiya, their steps falling in sync as they started a slow passage of the gardens. “It’s lovely, truly,” she assured her friend with a sweet smile, reaching over with her free hand to pat Safiya’s forearm. “You and the others did a marvelous job.” Thick lashes fluttered against her cheek when they lowered in a wink. “We should have you come decorate our saraaya sometime.”
The further they got from the others, the more Nia felt herself relax, pausing as they rounded a corner. She had never been comfortable in such situations, and most especially with her most recent circumstances. Reaching over, she stroked the silken petals of an ivory anemone and brought it up to her nose with a delicate inhale. “The gardens are my favorite part of the Palace, I think,” she said with a smile, letting go of the flower and resuming her steps. “The artwork inside is beautiful, of course, but the flowers are so much nicer. And the smell…” She released an appreciative sigh. “It’s perfect.”
She had other reasons for her preference, but these she kept to herself, lest she let a word slip and reveal too much. It was far more peaceful here than inside, and more than that, it was mercifully free of the Pharaoh. Nia couldn’t imagine Iahotep taking any sort of leisurely stroll through the flowery labyrinth like she was, and for that alone, she held the area in high esteem. At least there was someplace here she could be free of him.
“Are you still finding your position to your liking?” Nia asked, turning her attention back to Safiya with a curious tilt of her head. “You seemed content the last time we spoke. I assume that’s still the case?” Dark eyes carefully searched her friend’s face for any signs of fear or wear, worried for the woman’s safety in such proximity to the monster himself. Had he ever been untoward with her? Did his lecherous stare fall on Safiya in the same way it had fallen on Nia? These were questions she couldn’t ask, of course, not without giving her own position away, but she wanted to reassure herself of her friend’s welfare. Subtly, she looked for any signs of bruising or maltreatment, happy she could find none. She knew firsthand how dangerous such closeness could be.
“How do the Queen and the child fare? I can’t imagine how exhausted she must be. Especially with war looming over us all.”
Delighted with the young woman’s company, Neithotep linked arms easily with Safiya, their steps falling in sync as they started a slow passage of the gardens. “It’s lovely, truly,” she assured her friend with a sweet smile, reaching over with her free hand to pat Safiya’s forearm. “You and the others did a marvelous job.” Thick lashes fluttered against her cheek when they lowered in a wink. “We should have you come decorate our saraaya sometime.”
The further they got from the others, the more Nia felt herself relax, pausing as they rounded a corner. She had never been comfortable in such situations, and most especially with her most recent circumstances. Reaching over, she stroked the silken petals of an ivory anemone and brought it up to her nose with a delicate inhale. “The gardens are my favorite part of the Palace, I think,” she said with a smile, letting go of the flower and resuming her steps. “The artwork inside is beautiful, of course, but the flowers are so much nicer. And the smell…” She released an appreciative sigh. “It’s perfect.”
She had other reasons for her preference, but these she kept to herself, lest she let a word slip and reveal too much. It was far more peaceful here than inside, and more than that, it was mercifully free of the Pharaoh. Nia couldn’t imagine Iahotep taking any sort of leisurely stroll through the flowery labyrinth like she was, and for that alone, she held the area in high esteem. At least there was someplace here she could be free of him.
“Are you still finding your position to your liking?” Nia asked, turning her attention back to Safiya with a curious tilt of her head. “You seemed content the last time we spoke. I assume that’s still the case?” Dark eyes carefully searched her friend’s face for any signs of fear or wear, worried for the woman’s safety in such proximity to the monster himself. Had he ever been untoward with her? Did his lecherous stare fall on Safiya in the same way it had fallen on Nia? These were questions she couldn’t ask, of course, not without giving her own position away, but she wanted to reassure herself of her friend’s welfare. Subtly, she looked for any signs of bruising or maltreatment, happy she could find none. She knew firsthand how dangerous such closeness could be.
“How do the Queen and the child fare? I can’t imagine how exhausted she must be. Especially with war looming over us all.”
Iaheru found the Queen remarkably distanced from the sins of her parents, both prone to their fits of plotting, unpleasantness, and sadistic inclinations. As her parent's thorniness had brought forth a true rose, the gentle Queen was sure to have inherited some thorns of her own- compliments of her nature or her teacher, Zoser, who could weave the most stringent of insults with fine perfume. Her feelings towards the young Queen were complicated and Iaheru felt as if they were impossibly connected, if only for the similarity between Hathesput's and Sutekh's eyes.
Women filed into the space, assuming the roles of joyous socialites devoted to support of the kingdom. Nenet excused herself, her anxiety stemming more from her speech than their reputation. Throughout the entire ordeal that unraveled her family and ignited Egypt, Iaheru refused to gaze on her feet and ignore the presence of vicious words that followed her hemlines. From that confidence, Iaheru had hoped her daughters absorbed the same prideful presentation but Neithotep, of all of her children certainly the least careful with her reputation, recently withdrew into her own affects for reasons even Iaheru wasn't sure. Perhaps it was Neithotep's anticipated progression into her birthright as the not-so-private discussions of marriage had infected the Ghani district. "And I could think of no better Queen to unite us all, your Highness." Iaheru genuinely complimented, hoping that it wouldn't be taken as an insult towards Isetheperu, although she wouldn't care if the company thought so.
It was no secret that once a close friendship between the two soured when Iaheru was chosen by the Pharaoh. Now that general distaste had progressed to bitter hostility with the advent of Iaheru's son, the son that Isetheperu could never give her kingdom, was truly the son of the late Pharaoh and the result from his one touch. "From youth brings a new perspective, a hopeful insight that old eyes are not trained to see. I imagine you will understand this when you have your own child. May they be strong and receptive to your wisdom so that they may come to their own truth."
Iaheru, by her training, was adept at interpretting the whispers of the court. However, the court ceased to whisper about Iahotep, even more concerning than the presence of rumors. There was no need to whisper about the Pharaoh's proclivities, it was witnessed by the sweeps of the night and the screams of men as their blood clotted on sand roads. Iahotep had even reined in Iaheru's tongue, usually striking and intentional, now reserved and manifesting in a new intention, survival.
Truly, it was a time to survive in the Nile delta, and the Queen's eyes preceded her invitation to Iaheru. "I would appreciate that immensely, you Highness. I miss him in a way I cannot express," she confessed to Hathesput, her hands coming together as a heart raced to find the words to thank the woman. It was through the glimmering eyes that Hathesput was probably inclined to believe her, as Iaheru continued, "I have not had much contact with him and I will certainly take your offer." Her mind drew to Sutekh and the war, silently hoping that if he was sent to die, that he would instead become a hero. Or, better yet, not be sent to war at all as Sutekh was accustomed to the fluidity of words and navigation of maps than he was brutish fighting.
Iaheru paused, looking about to make sure no one would overhear what she was to say next. The chatter of women thickened, cloaking her and the Queen in a moment of privacy. "And let me know if pregnancy has heightened your apetite for foreign delicacies. Hei Sheifa will send our last convoy to the islands and lands afar in but a few days." Iaheru allowed her hands to rest, falling to her sides, "And though the stores of Hei Sheifa are always open to the Crown, I would like to ensure that what we have is to your liking."
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Iaheru found the Queen remarkably distanced from the sins of her parents, both prone to their fits of plotting, unpleasantness, and sadistic inclinations. As her parent's thorniness had brought forth a true rose, the gentle Queen was sure to have inherited some thorns of her own- compliments of her nature or her teacher, Zoser, who could weave the most stringent of insults with fine perfume. Her feelings towards the young Queen were complicated and Iaheru felt as if they were impossibly connected, if only for the similarity between Hathesput's and Sutekh's eyes.
Women filed into the space, assuming the roles of joyous socialites devoted to support of the kingdom. Nenet excused herself, her anxiety stemming more from her speech than their reputation. Throughout the entire ordeal that unraveled her family and ignited Egypt, Iaheru refused to gaze on her feet and ignore the presence of vicious words that followed her hemlines. From that confidence, Iaheru had hoped her daughters absorbed the same prideful presentation but Neithotep, of all of her children certainly the least careful with her reputation, recently withdrew into her own affects for reasons even Iaheru wasn't sure. Perhaps it was Neithotep's anticipated progression into her birthright as the not-so-private discussions of marriage had infected the Ghani district. "And I could think of no better Queen to unite us all, your Highness." Iaheru genuinely complimented, hoping that it wouldn't be taken as an insult towards Isetheperu, although she wouldn't care if the company thought so.
It was no secret that once a close friendship between the two soured when Iaheru was chosen by the Pharaoh. Now that general distaste had progressed to bitter hostility with the advent of Iaheru's son, the son that Isetheperu could never give her kingdom, was truly the son of the late Pharaoh and the result from his one touch. "From youth brings a new perspective, a hopeful insight that old eyes are not trained to see. I imagine you will understand this when you have your own child. May they be strong and receptive to your wisdom so that they may come to their own truth."
Iaheru, by her training, was adept at interpretting the whispers of the court. However, the court ceased to whisper about Iahotep, even more concerning than the presence of rumors. There was no need to whisper about the Pharaoh's proclivities, it was witnessed by the sweeps of the night and the screams of men as their blood clotted on sand roads. Iahotep had even reined in Iaheru's tongue, usually striking and intentional, now reserved and manifesting in a new intention, survival.
Truly, it was a time to survive in the Nile delta, and the Queen's eyes preceded her invitation to Iaheru. "I would appreciate that immensely, you Highness. I miss him in a way I cannot express," she confessed to Hathesput, her hands coming together as a heart raced to find the words to thank the woman. It was through the glimmering eyes that Hathesput was probably inclined to believe her, as Iaheru continued, "I have not had much contact with him and I will certainly take your offer." Her mind drew to Sutekh and the war, silently hoping that if he was sent to die, that he would instead become a hero. Or, better yet, not be sent to war at all as Sutekh was accustomed to the fluidity of words and navigation of maps than he was brutish fighting.
Iaheru paused, looking about to make sure no one would overhear what she was to say next. The chatter of women thickened, cloaking her and the Queen in a moment of privacy. "And let me know if pregnancy has heightened your apetite for foreign delicacies. Hei Sheifa will send our last convoy to the islands and lands afar in but a few days." Iaheru allowed her hands to rest, falling to her sides, "And though the stores of Hei Sheifa are always open to the Crown, I would like to ensure that what we have is to your liking."
Iaheru found the Queen remarkably distanced from the sins of her parents, both prone to their fits of plotting, unpleasantness, and sadistic inclinations. As her parent's thorniness had brought forth a true rose, the gentle Queen was sure to have inherited some thorns of her own- compliments of her nature or her teacher, Zoser, who could weave the most stringent of insults with fine perfume. Her feelings towards the young Queen were complicated and Iaheru felt as if they were impossibly connected, if only for the similarity between Hathesput's and Sutekh's eyes.
Women filed into the space, assuming the roles of joyous socialites devoted to support of the kingdom. Nenet excused herself, her anxiety stemming more from her speech than their reputation. Throughout the entire ordeal that unraveled her family and ignited Egypt, Iaheru refused to gaze on her feet and ignore the presence of vicious words that followed her hemlines. From that confidence, Iaheru had hoped her daughters absorbed the same prideful presentation but Neithotep, of all of her children certainly the least careful with her reputation, recently withdrew into her own affects for reasons even Iaheru wasn't sure. Perhaps it was Neithotep's anticipated progression into her birthright as the not-so-private discussions of marriage had infected the Ghani district. "And I could think of no better Queen to unite us all, your Highness." Iaheru genuinely complimented, hoping that it wouldn't be taken as an insult towards Isetheperu, although she wouldn't care if the company thought so.
It was no secret that once a close friendship between the two soured when Iaheru was chosen by the Pharaoh. Now that general distaste had progressed to bitter hostility with the advent of Iaheru's son, the son that Isetheperu could never give her kingdom, was truly the son of the late Pharaoh and the result from his one touch. "From youth brings a new perspective, a hopeful insight that old eyes are not trained to see. I imagine you will understand this when you have your own child. May they be strong and receptive to your wisdom so that they may come to their own truth."
Iaheru, by her training, was adept at interpretting the whispers of the court. However, the court ceased to whisper about Iahotep, even more concerning than the presence of rumors. There was no need to whisper about the Pharaoh's proclivities, it was witnessed by the sweeps of the night and the screams of men as their blood clotted on sand roads. Iahotep had even reined in Iaheru's tongue, usually striking and intentional, now reserved and manifesting in a new intention, survival.
Truly, it was a time to survive in the Nile delta, and the Queen's eyes preceded her invitation to Iaheru. "I would appreciate that immensely, you Highness. I miss him in a way I cannot express," she confessed to Hathesput, her hands coming together as a heart raced to find the words to thank the woman. It was through the glimmering eyes that Hathesput was probably inclined to believe her, as Iaheru continued, "I have not had much contact with him and I will certainly take your offer." Her mind drew to Sutekh and the war, silently hoping that if he was sent to die, that he would instead become a hero. Or, better yet, not be sent to war at all as Sutekh was accustomed to the fluidity of words and navigation of maps than he was brutish fighting.
Iaheru paused, looking about to make sure no one would overhear what she was to say next. The chatter of women thickened, cloaking her and the Queen in a moment of privacy. "And let me know if pregnancy has heightened your apetite for foreign delicacies. Hei Sheifa will send our last convoy to the islands and lands afar in but a few days." Iaheru allowed her hands to rest, falling to her sides, "And though the stores of Hei Sheifa are always open to the Crown, I would like to ensure that what we have is to your liking."
The gardens were filling up now with finely dressed noblewomen and Hatshepsut nodded at those who looked her way. She watched their faces carefully for any signs that they disapproved of the woman with whom she was speaking, but if they did, they hid it well. I'm not the only person who wears a courtly mask, she thought. They don't want me to know what they think of Hei Sheifa because they know that I could make their lives miserable. They are already aware that I favor Sutekh so there's no doubt as to where my loyalties lie.
They might find more sympathy with Iahotep, but she doubted it. He needed the allegiance of all the Heis with war on the horizon. He had already insulted Hei Sheifa once by passing them over to host his announcement party, but the young Queen believed that he had selected Hei Haikaddad because he knew it would put a strain on their resources. He wanted to throw around his new power and command obedience from his subjects, but he had no idea how to do that diplomatically. She would have handled the situation much differently. It had not been up to her, and since their first conversation … if one could call it that … on the morning after their wedding, she knew better than to offer her advice. Even if she gave it, he would probably do the opposite just to spite her.
This, though, was her event and she would do whatever she could to mend any strained relationships between the noblewomen of Egypt. Not even her mother held any sway today and the power she now wielded was both exciting and frightening. She had to learn to stand on her own two feet now and rely on nobody but herself. It was a daunting task for a young girl of only sixteen.
“I hope you're right,” she told Iaheru with a shy smile. “You have more faith in me than I do in myself. It is time now for me to be strong, not just for my child, but for Egypt. If we are lucky, the conflict will be brief and our success spectacular.” Hatshepsut had no idea just how large a role she would play during the war, for Iahotep had not yet informed her that he would be leaving her in charge of the kingdom in his absence. “My plan is to bring a new perspective to the roles we women play, starting today. We should all support one another for the greater good and not only look out for ourselves.”
The Queen nodded. Iaheru appeared immensely grateful for her proposal. She couldn't even imagine how it must feel for a mother to be separated from her son. She already loved the little life growing inside her and could not bear the thought of her baby being taken from her. “I will arrange a visit then, and perhaps you and I will be able to speak together as well.” A soft flush of embarrassment flickered across her golden cheeks. “I have never thanked you properly for coming to my aid when I fainted recently.”
Hatshepsut's eyes widened at Iaheru's own offer. The sound of the musicians playing in the background as well as the conversations going on among the other women drowned out their private discussion. Having born several children, this woman must know all about the cravings she felt for certain foods. Maybe, when they met again, she could give her some advice about motherhood. She had much more experience than her own mother.
“Oysters,” she whispered. “I can't get enough of them. Can you obtain them for me, Sirdsett?”
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The gardens were filling up now with finely dressed noblewomen and Hatshepsut nodded at those who looked her way. She watched their faces carefully for any signs that they disapproved of the woman with whom she was speaking, but if they did, they hid it well. I'm not the only person who wears a courtly mask, she thought. They don't want me to know what they think of Hei Sheifa because they know that I could make their lives miserable. They are already aware that I favor Sutekh so there's no doubt as to where my loyalties lie.
They might find more sympathy with Iahotep, but she doubted it. He needed the allegiance of all the Heis with war on the horizon. He had already insulted Hei Sheifa once by passing them over to host his announcement party, but the young Queen believed that he had selected Hei Haikaddad because he knew it would put a strain on their resources. He wanted to throw around his new power and command obedience from his subjects, but he had no idea how to do that diplomatically. She would have handled the situation much differently. It had not been up to her, and since their first conversation … if one could call it that … on the morning after their wedding, she knew better than to offer her advice. Even if she gave it, he would probably do the opposite just to spite her.
This, though, was her event and she would do whatever she could to mend any strained relationships between the noblewomen of Egypt. Not even her mother held any sway today and the power she now wielded was both exciting and frightening. She had to learn to stand on her own two feet now and rely on nobody but herself. It was a daunting task for a young girl of only sixteen.
“I hope you're right,” she told Iaheru with a shy smile. “You have more faith in me than I do in myself. It is time now for me to be strong, not just for my child, but for Egypt. If we are lucky, the conflict will be brief and our success spectacular.” Hatshepsut had no idea just how large a role she would play during the war, for Iahotep had not yet informed her that he would be leaving her in charge of the kingdom in his absence. “My plan is to bring a new perspective to the roles we women play, starting today. We should all support one another for the greater good and not only look out for ourselves.”
The Queen nodded. Iaheru appeared immensely grateful for her proposal. She couldn't even imagine how it must feel for a mother to be separated from her son. She already loved the little life growing inside her and could not bear the thought of her baby being taken from her. “I will arrange a visit then, and perhaps you and I will be able to speak together as well.” A soft flush of embarrassment flickered across her golden cheeks. “I have never thanked you properly for coming to my aid when I fainted recently.”
Hatshepsut's eyes widened at Iaheru's own offer. The sound of the musicians playing in the background as well as the conversations going on among the other women drowned out their private discussion. Having born several children, this woman must know all about the cravings she felt for certain foods. Maybe, when they met again, she could give her some advice about motherhood. She had much more experience than her own mother.
“Oysters,” she whispered. “I can't get enough of them. Can you obtain them for me, Sirdsett?”
The gardens were filling up now with finely dressed noblewomen and Hatshepsut nodded at those who looked her way. She watched their faces carefully for any signs that they disapproved of the woman with whom she was speaking, but if they did, they hid it well. I'm not the only person who wears a courtly mask, she thought. They don't want me to know what they think of Hei Sheifa because they know that I could make their lives miserable. They are already aware that I favor Sutekh so there's no doubt as to where my loyalties lie.
They might find more sympathy with Iahotep, but she doubted it. He needed the allegiance of all the Heis with war on the horizon. He had already insulted Hei Sheifa once by passing them over to host his announcement party, but the young Queen believed that he had selected Hei Haikaddad because he knew it would put a strain on their resources. He wanted to throw around his new power and command obedience from his subjects, but he had no idea how to do that diplomatically. She would have handled the situation much differently. It had not been up to her, and since their first conversation … if one could call it that … on the morning after their wedding, she knew better than to offer her advice. Even if she gave it, he would probably do the opposite just to spite her.
This, though, was her event and she would do whatever she could to mend any strained relationships between the noblewomen of Egypt. Not even her mother held any sway today and the power she now wielded was both exciting and frightening. She had to learn to stand on her own two feet now and rely on nobody but herself. It was a daunting task for a young girl of only sixteen.
“I hope you're right,” she told Iaheru with a shy smile. “You have more faith in me than I do in myself. It is time now for me to be strong, not just for my child, but for Egypt. If we are lucky, the conflict will be brief and our success spectacular.” Hatshepsut had no idea just how large a role she would play during the war, for Iahotep had not yet informed her that he would be leaving her in charge of the kingdom in his absence. “My plan is to bring a new perspective to the roles we women play, starting today. We should all support one another for the greater good and not only look out for ourselves.”
The Queen nodded. Iaheru appeared immensely grateful for her proposal. She couldn't even imagine how it must feel for a mother to be separated from her son. She already loved the little life growing inside her and could not bear the thought of her baby being taken from her. “I will arrange a visit then, and perhaps you and I will be able to speak together as well.” A soft flush of embarrassment flickered across her golden cheeks. “I have never thanked you properly for coming to my aid when I fainted recently.”
Hatshepsut's eyes widened at Iaheru's own offer. The sound of the musicians playing in the background as well as the conversations going on among the other women drowned out their private discussion. Having born several children, this woman must know all about the cravings she felt for certain foods. Maybe, when they met again, she could give her some advice about motherhood. She had much more experience than her own mother.
“Oysters,” she whispered. “I can't get enough of them. Can you obtain them for me, Sirdsett?”
Her knees brushed the ground as she sunk from her bed to the floor early in the afternoon, having taken a nap after her earlier duties were finished. There were no shrines to her gods here, much to her dismay, but she would still take the moments she could to pray to them. Whether they could reach her or not, Skylla did not know, but that did not stop her.
Skylla's quarters were acceptable. She was sure that the Pharaoh could have provided her with something better, but then again, she was sure he was just keeping her in a place that would remind her of exactly where she belonged. Underfoot like a servant. Which she was, but if it weren't for Callidora's neck on the line, Skylla would have thought this akin to a vacation. A hot, sandy vacation among too many people, many of which she did not like, would never like, and would likely never see again as soon as she escaped Egypt. But only after ensuring that Callidora was safe, both mentally and physically.
And right at that moment, that meant that Skylla was to work. She was to do her duty to the Queen of Egypt as implored (see: forced) by the Pharaoh. Another individual she didn't exactly like and would have loved to toss over the railings of the Aceton and into the sea. Maybe the much-beloved god of the sea would favor her for such an act. Maybe Hades would also smile upon her. Ridding the world of a warmonger and the man who was currently holding her freedom over her head.
The vain beauty glanced at herself in the looking glass in her quarters. Skylla was more than happy to wear the traditional garb of the Egyptians, but no one touched her hair. Half tempted to leave the long, silky locks to trail beautifully down her back, the physician instead opted to braid her hair into a tight coronet, knowing she would be far too warm otherwise. While her mother's Egyptian bloodline gave her the proper color to her skin and in the darkness of her eyes, she was Greek through and through and was not at all acclimated to the desert. Even after having previously spent a year in Africa, she still found fault with the heat. It could be stifling, much to her dismay.
Her dress was of the blackest linen that she could find, liking the dark color despite the way that it seemed to draw the heat and the glare from the sun. Then she was moving out of her rooms and through the palace, making her way into the gardens with little extra pretense. She didn’t seem to see the need to be introduced as she had met the only woman that truly mattered at that moment. The Queen. Radiant and with a slight swell to her abdomen that gave the tell-tale sign of her early pregnancy. Of course, Skylla had been working for days to help ease the Queen out of her moments of extreme morning sickness and thus far it was seeming to work beautifully. A small mixture of herbs in the morning had been enough to settle her stomach and help ensure she was able to keep her food down.
Weaving carefully through the group of women, Skylla found herself approaching Hatshepsut before anyone else. Noting the older woman who was speaking to her, Skylla stopped beside her, pressing her hands against her own front. “I’m sorry to interrupt,” Skylla said softly, her gaze drifting from Iaheru and the Queen, “My queen,” she bowed deeply and then settled back up onto steady feet. “How do you feel? Is there anything I can attend to?” she tested, deigning to give Iaheru a calm smile of greeting. Skylla had to remind herself to keep a gentle demeanor. Many of these women, including the queen, would likely never look kindly upon her if they knew her true temperament. Murder, hedonism, and egotistical near-madness were not character traits she wanted on her roster of things leading her toward her death in Egypt.
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Her knees brushed the ground as she sunk from her bed to the floor early in the afternoon, having taken a nap after her earlier duties were finished. There were no shrines to her gods here, much to her dismay, but she would still take the moments she could to pray to them. Whether they could reach her or not, Skylla did not know, but that did not stop her.
Skylla's quarters were acceptable. She was sure that the Pharaoh could have provided her with something better, but then again, she was sure he was just keeping her in a place that would remind her of exactly where she belonged. Underfoot like a servant. Which she was, but if it weren't for Callidora's neck on the line, Skylla would have thought this akin to a vacation. A hot, sandy vacation among too many people, many of which she did not like, would never like, and would likely never see again as soon as she escaped Egypt. But only after ensuring that Callidora was safe, both mentally and physically.
And right at that moment, that meant that Skylla was to work. She was to do her duty to the Queen of Egypt as implored (see: forced) by the Pharaoh. Another individual she didn't exactly like and would have loved to toss over the railings of the Aceton and into the sea. Maybe the much-beloved god of the sea would favor her for such an act. Maybe Hades would also smile upon her. Ridding the world of a warmonger and the man who was currently holding her freedom over her head.
The vain beauty glanced at herself in the looking glass in her quarters. Skylla was more than happy to wear the traditional garb of the Egyptians, but no one touched her hair. Half tempted to leave the long, silky locks to trail beautifully down her back, the physician instead opted to braid her hair into a tight coronet, knowing she would be far too warm otherwise. While her mother's Egyptian bloodline gave her the proper color to her skin and in the darkness of her eyes, she was Greek through and through and was not at all acclimated to the desert. Even after having previously spent a year in Africa, she still found fault with the heat. It could be stifling, much to her dismay.
Her dress was of the blackest linen that she could find, liking the dark color despite the way that it seemed to draw the heat and the glare from the sun. Then she was moving out of her rooms and through the palace, making her way into the gardens with little extra pretense. She didn’t seem to see the need to be introduced as she had met the only woman that truly mattered at that moment. The Queen. Radiant and with a slight swell to her abdomen that gave the tell-tale sign of her early pregnancy. Of course, Skylla had been working for days to help ease the Queen out of her moments of extreme morning sickness and thus far it was seeming to work beautifully. A small mixture of herbs in the morning had been enough to settle her stomach and help ensure she was able to keep her food down.
Weaving carefully through the group of women, Skylla found herself approaching Hatshepsut before anyone else. Noting the older woman who was speaking to her, Skylla stopped beside her, pressing her hands against her own front. “I’m sorry to interrupt,” Skylla said softly, her gaze drifting from Iaheru and the Queen, “My queen,” she bowed deeply and then settled back up onto steady feet. “How do you feel? Is there anything I can attend to?” she tested, deigning to give Iaheru a calm smile of greeting. Skylla had to remind herself to keep a gentle demeanor. Many of these women, including the queen, would likely never look kindly upon her if they knew her true temperament. Murder, hedonism, and egotistical near-madness were not character traits she wanted on her roster of things leading her toward her death in Egypt.
Her knees brushed the ground as she sunk from her bed to the floor early in the afternoon, having taken a nap after her earlier duties were finished. There were no shrines to her gods here, much to her dismay, but she would still take the moments she could to pray to them. Whether they could reach her or not, Skylla did not know, but that did not stop her.
Skylla's quarters were acceptable. She was sure that the Pharaoh could have provided her with something better, but then again, she was sure he was just keeping her in a place that would remind her of exactly where she belonged. Underfoot like a servant. Which she was, but if it weren't for Callidora's neck on the line, Skylla would have thought this akin to a vacation. A hot, sandy vacation among too many people, many of which she did not like, would never like, and would likely never see again as soon as she escaped Egypt. But only after ensuring that Callidora was safe, both mentally and physically.
And right at that moment, that meant that Skylla was to work. She was to do her duty to the Queen of Egypt as implored (see: forced) by the Pharaoh. Another individual she didn't exactly like and would have loved to toss over the railings of the Aceton and into the sea. Maybe the much-beloved god of the sea would favor her for such an act. Maybe Hades would also smile upon her. Ridding the world of a warmonger and the man who was currently holding her freedom over her head.
The vain beauty glanced at herself in the looking glass in her quarters. Skylla was more than happy to wear the traditional garb of the Egyptians, but no one touched her hair. Half tempted to leave the long, silky locks to trail beautifully down her back, the physician instead opted to braid her hair into a tight coronet, knowing she would be far too warm otherwise. While her mother's Egyptian bloodline gave her the proper color to her skin and in the darkness of her eyes, she was Greek through and through and was not at all acclimated to the desert. Even after having previously spent a year in Africa, she still found fault with the heat. It could be stifling, much to her dismay.
Her dress was of the blackest linen that she could find, liking the dark color despite the way that it seemed to draw the heat and the glare from the sun. Then she was moving out of her rooms and through the palace, making her way into the gardens with little extra pretense. She didn’t seem to see the need to be introduced as she had met the only woman that truly mattered at that moment. The Queen. Radiant and with a slight swell to her abdomen that gave the tell-tale sign of her early pregnancy. Of course, Skylla had been working for days to help ease the Queen out of her moments of extreme morning sickness and thus far it was seeming to work beautifully. A small mixture of herbs in the morning had been enough to settle her stomach and help ensure she was able to keep her food down.
Weaving carefully through the group of women, Skylla found herself approaching Hatshepsut before anyone else. Noting the older woman who was speaking to her, Skylla stopped beside her, pressing her hands against her own front. “I’m sorry to interrupt,” Skylla said softly, her gaze drifting from Iaheru and the Queen, “My queen,” she bowed deeply and then settled back up onto steady feet. “How do you feel? Is there anything I can attend to?” she tested, deigning to give Iaheru a calm smile of greeting. Skylla had to remind herself to keep a gentle demeanor. Many of these women, including the queen, would likely never look kindly upon her if they knew her true temperament. Murder, hedonism, and egotistical near-madness were not character traits she wanted on her roster of things leading her toward her death in Egypt.
Hatshepsut saw the royal physician enter the gardens as she was speaking to Sirdsett H'Sheifa. There was very little the young Queen missed and she was particularly observant today. This was the first event she had ever planned on her own and if it didn't go well, her husband would think she was more incompetent than he had initially believed. She had not told Iahotep about this gathering, fearing he might try to sabotage it in some way, maybe by sending one of his mistresses to cause trouble for her or her guests. She didn't know all of the women from each Hei well, and there were some lesser nobles among them, as well as many female servants and slaves.
So she remained watchful, her dark eyes traveling around the gardens, making certain that the women talking together seemed friendly. She didn't want any animosity or arguments either There should be unity among those whose fathers, husbands, brothers, or sons were going off to war. They needed to stick together and support each other.
Everything seemed to be going well so far. If this event was a success, she would definitely tell Iahotep about it so that he would know that she hadn't been lying when she said she knew how to rule. Why she cared what he thought, she did not know, but she hated being treated like a child. He never seemed to tire of throwing her youth and inexperience in her face.
But she would not think of that now. Hatsehepsut's stomach rumbled as soon as she voiced her latest craving. She had always adored oysters but now she longed for them all the time. Raw and chilled was the way she preferred them, Not only was the taste and texture divine, but they offered coolness on a sweltering day.. She liked them baked and fried too. No matter how they were prepared, she wouldn't turn them down.
She picked up a piece of bread spread with goose liver pate from the plate one of her servants had brought her, and took a bite as Skylla approached and interrupted her conversation with her half-brother's mother. The physician bowed respectfully and then asked how she was feeling. The young Queen liked this woman much better than her predecessor, Perhaps fainting after Iahotep had announced her that Egypt was going to war had been fortunate, for the man had been fired and Skylla hired in his place.
Her remedies for morning sickness were also working much better than his. Hatshepsut could finally keep down her food again. The baby needed nutrition as much as she did. Sometimes she felt a bit queasy but it seemed as if the worst was over. Skylla's herbal mixtures didn't taste awful either, which was a definite plus.
“No apology is necessary. I am feeling quite well at the moment.” To illustrate her statement, she took another bite of pate and washed it down with a sip from the glass of wine a slave handed her. Her attendants were quite perceptive when it came to anticipating her needs. “I am glad you have come and I hope you will stay and enjoy yourself. All women are welcome here today. “ And it would be comforting to have Skylla close by in case the nausea suddenly returned. She didn't want to throw up in front of every noble woman in the kingdom.
She smiled at Iaheru. “Sirdsett H'Shiefa, I'd like you to meet the new royal physician, Skylla of Magnemia. She is quite skilled and I am glad that my health and the baby's are in her capable hands.”
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Hatshepsut saw the royal physician enter the gardens as she was speaking to Sirdsett H'Sheifa. There was very little the young Queen missed and she was particularly observant today. This was the first event she had ever planned on her own and if it didn't go well, her husband would think she was more incompetent than he had initially believed. She had not told Iahotep about this gathering, fearing he might try to sabotage it in some way, maybe by sending one of his mistresses to cause trouble for her or her guests. She didn't know all of the women from each Hei well, and there were some lesser nobles among them, as well as many female servants and slaves.
So she remained watchful, her dark eyes traveling around the gardens, making certain that the women talking together seemed friendly. She didn't want any animosity or arguments either There should be unity among those whose fathers, husbands, brothers, or sons were going off to war. They needed to stick together and support each other.
Everything seemed to be going well so far. If this event was a success, she would definitely tell Iahotep about it so that he would know that she hadn't been lying when she said she knew how to rule. Why she cared what he thought, she did not know, but she hated being treated like a child. He never seemed to tire of throwing her youth and inexperience in her face.
But she would not think of that now. Hatsehepsut's stomach rumbled as soon as she voiced her latest craving. She had always adored oysters but now she longed for them all the time. Raw and chilled was the way she preferred them, Not only was the taste and texture divine, but they offered coolness on a sweltering day.. She liked them baked and fried too. No matter how they were prepared, she wouldn't turn them down.
She picked up a piece of bread spread with goose liver pate from the plate one of her servants had brought her, and took a bite as Skylla approached and interrupted her conversation with her half-brother's mother. The physician bowed respectfully and then asked how she was feeling. The young Queen liked this woman much better than her predecessor, Perhaps fainting after Iahotep had announced her that Egypt was going to war had been fortunate, for the man had been fired and Skylla hired in his place.
Her remedies for morning sickness were also working much better than his. Hatshepsut could finally keep down her food again. The baby needed nutrition as much as she did. Sometimes she felt a bit queasy but it seemed as if the worst was over. Skylla's herbal mixtures didn't taste awful either, which was a definite plus.
“No apology is necessary. I am feeling quite well at the moment.” To illustrate her statement, she took another bite of pate and washed it down with a sip from the glass of wine a slave handed her. Her attendants were quite perceptive when it came to anticipating her needs. “I am glad you have come and I hope you will stay and enjoy yourself. All women are welcome here today. “ And it would be comforting to have Skylla close by in case the nausea suddenly returned. She didn't want to throw up in front of every noble woman in the kingdom.
She smiled at Iaheru. “Sirdsett H'Shiefa, I'd like you to meet the new royal physician, Skylla of Magnemia. She is quite skilled and I am glad that my health and the baby's are in her capable hands.”
Hatshepsut saw the royal physician enter the gardens as she was speaking to Sirdsett H'Sheifa. There was very little the young Queen missed and she was particularly observant today. This was the first event she had ever planned on her own and if it didn't go well, her husband would think she was more incompetent than he had initially believed. She had not told Iahotep about this gathering, fearing he might try to sabotage it in some way, maybe by sending one of his mistresses to cause trouble for her or her guests. She didn't know all of the women from each Hei well, and there were some lesser nobles among them, as well as many female servants and slaves.
So she remained watchful, her dark eyes traveling around the gardens, making certain that the women talking together seemed friendly. She didn't want any animosity or arguments either There should be unity among those whose fathers, husbands, brothers, or sons were going off to war. They needed to stick together and support each other.
Everything seemed to be going well so far. If this event was a success, she would definitely tell Iahotep about it so that he would know that she hadn't been lying when she said she knew how to rule. Why she cared what he thought, she did not know, but she hated being treated like a child. He never seemed to tire of throwing her youth and inexperience in her face.
But she would not think of that now. Hatsehepsut's stomach rumbled as soon as she voiced her latest craving. She had always adored oysters but now she longed for them all the time. Raw and chilled was the way she preferred them, Not only was the taste and texture divine, but they offered coolness on a sweltering day.. She liked them baked and fried too. No matter how they were prepared, she wouldn't turn them down.
She picked up a piece of bread spread with goose liver pate from the plate one of her servants had brought her, and took a bite as Skylla approached and interrupted her conversation with her half-brother's mother. The physician bowed respectfully and then asked how she was feeling. The young Queen liked this woman much better than her predecessor, Perhaps fainting after Iahotep had announced her that Egypt was going to war had been fortunate, for the man had been fired and Skylla hired in his place.
Her remedies for morning sickness were also working much better than his. Hatshepsut could finally keep down her food again. The baby needed nutrition as much as she did. Sometimes she felt a bit queasy but it seemed as if the worst was over. Skylla's herbal mixtures didn't taste awful either, which was a definite plus.
“No apology is necessary. I am feeling quite well at the moment.” To illustrate her statement, she took another bite of pate and washed it down with a sip from the glass of wine a slave handed her. Her attendants were quite perceptive when it came to anticipating her needs. “I am glad you have come and I hope you will stay and enjoy yourself. All women are welcome here today. “ And it would be comforting to have Skylla close by in case the nausea suddenly returned. She didn't want to throw up in front of every noble woman in the kingdom.
She smiled at Iaheru. “Sirdsett H'Shiefa, I'd like you to meet the new royal physician, Skylla of Magnemia. She is quite skilled and I am glad that my health and the baby's are in her capable hands.”
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As the ladies of the Egyptian higher echelons talk and gossip, making friends and enemies along the way, the servants of the royal circles mingle and swirl around them, producing trays of refreshment, jugs of water and wine. One such servant, shifts among the group with a silver jug that she murmurs to all who hold interest contains a rare and new drink made from apples over grapes. This, she refers to as 'sidar'. Whether a term from the process of making the drink or a play on words to mean the drink to be Lord-worthy in quality, one cannot tell, but she murmurs the name and information nonetheless as her chief slave master has told her to. All the way until she reaches the Queen herself, drips over the edge of the cushion and summarily douses Her Evening Radiance from head to toe in sticky, 'apple wine'...
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As the ladies of the Egyptian higher echelons talk and gossip, making friends and enemies along the way, the servants of the royal circles mingle and swirl around them, producing trays of refreshment, jugs of water and wine. One such servant, shifts among the group with a silver jug that she murmurs to all who hold interest contains a rare and new drink made from apples over grapes. This, she refers to as 'sidar'. Whether a term from the process of making the drink or a play on words to mean the drink to be Lord-worthy in quality, one cannot tell, but she murmurs the name and information nonetheless as her chief slave master has told her to. All the way until she reaches the Queen herself, drips over the edge of the cushion and summarily douses Her Evening Radiance from head to toe in sticky, 'apple wine'...
Curveball Ebony and Gold
As the ladies of the Egyptian higher echelons talk and gossip, making friends and enemies along the way, the servants of the royal circles mingle and swirl around them, producing trays of refreshment, jugs of water and wine. One such servant, shifts among the group with a silver jug that she murmurs to all who hold interest contains a rare and new drink made from apples over grapes. This, she refers to as 'sidar'. Whether a term from the process of making the drink or a play on words to mean the drink to be Lord-worthy in quality, one cannot tell, but she murmurs the name and information nonetheless as her chief slave master has told her to. All the way until she reaches the Queen herself, drips over the edge of the cushion and summarily douses Her Evening Radiance from head to toe in sticky, 'apple wine'...
Only moments after her last statement left her lips, Hatshepsut noticed a servant approaching her with a silver jug of something she called 'sidar.' The name was very similar to 'sirdar' and she figured that some innovative and enterprising brewer had created a new drink that was intended for the nobility … which would, of course, make it popular among the commoners, who enjoyed anything meant for the upper classes. Even if it tasted dreadful, it would not matter to them. All people liked to pretend that they were above their station. That was precisely why, when unsure how to address a new courtier, the Queen had been taught to use a higher form of address, even if that courtier was actually lower in status. An unintentional compliment was always wiser than an accidental insult.
She was about to ask her closest attendant to let the servant fill her glass, but the woman tripped and Hatshepsut found herself completely drenched in the sticky amber liquid. Tahira, sitting at her side, was splashed as well. The caracal hissed and lunged at the servant, but the Queen was able to prevent her from being mauled by grabbing onto her pet's collar. Nefret, who had scampered from her shoulder some time ago and was entertaining a group of women with her antics, was thankfully out of harm's way. Alcohol was poisonous to most creatures. Tahira was still hissing, too protective of her mistress to clean herself.
It was so silent in the garden that one could have heard a pin drop. Her guests were all waiting to see how she would react as the servant tried to scurry away. “Someone stop her!” she commanded as she rose to her feet. There was an uncharacteristic hint of fury in her lyrical voice. “Take her back to her master and have her dealt with.” What was the punishment for dousing the Queen with wine, she wondered? At the moment, Hatshepsut didn't care. This gathering had been going so well and she was determined that it wouldn't be ruined by a slave's stupid mistake.
After sending a handmaiden off with Tahira to have her cleaned up, she noticed that everyone was looking at her in expectation. The scent of the drink she had been soaked with suddenly sickened her, and her stomach began to churn ominously. No, she couldn't throw up now, when all eyes were upon her. “I assure you all that I am quite all right,” she said, her voice loud enough so that all of the women could hear. “It was just an accident.” Raising one hand, she wiped away a trickle of apple wine that was streaming down her cheek. “I must go and change, but I will return to you soon. Sirdsett H'Sheifa will serve as your hostess while I am gone.”
Hatshepsut looked over at the older woman. She had just been granted the Queen's favor, to temporarily act in her stead … and maybe that honor would help remove the taint from her family's name. The young Queen fully expected that she would accept the responsibility that she had just been given.
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Only moments after her last statement left her lips, Hatshepsut noticed a servant approaching her with a silver jug of something she called 'sidar.' The name was very similar to 'sirdar' and she figured that some innovative and enterprising brewer had created a new drink that was intended for the nobility … which would, of course, make it popular among the commoners, who enjoyed anything meant for the upper classes. Even if it tasted dreadful, it would not matter to them. All people liked to pretend that they were above their station. That was precisely why, when unsure how to address a new courtier, the Queen had been taught to use a higher form of address, even if that courtier was actually lower in status. An unintentional compliment was always wiser than an accidental insult.
She was about to ask her closest attendant to let the servant fill her glass, but the woman tripped and Hatshepsut found herself completely drenched in the sticky amber liquid. Tahira, sitting at her side, was splashed as well. The caracal hissed and lunged at the servant, but the Queen was able to prevent her from being mauled by grabbing onto her pet's collar. Nefret, who had scampered from her shoulder some time ago and was entertaining a group of women with her antics, was thankfully out of harm's way. Alcohol was poisonous to most creatures. Tahira was still hissing, too protective of her mistress to clean herself.
It was so silent in the garden that one could have heard a pin drop. Her guests were all waiting to see how she would react as the servant tried to scurry away. “Someone stop her!” she commanded as she rose to her feet. There was an uncharacteristic hint of fury in her lyrical voice. “Take her back to her master and have her dealt with.” What was the punishment for dousing the Queen with wine, she wondered? At the moment, Hatshepsut didn't care. This gathering had been going so well and she was determined that it wouldn't be ruined by a slave's stupid mistake.
After sending a handmaiden off with Tahira to have her cleaned up, she noticed that everyone was looking at her in expectation. The scent of the drink she had been soaked with suddenly sickened her, and her stomach began to churn ominously. No, she couldn't throw up now, when all eyes were upon her. “I assure you all that I am quite all right,” she said, her voice loud enough so that all of the women could hear. “It was just an accident.” Raising one hand, she wiped away a trickle of apple wine that was streaming down her cheek. “I must go and change, but I will return to you soon. Sirdsett H'Sheifa will serve as your hostess while I am gone.”
Hatshepsut looked over at the older woman. She had just been granted the Queen's favor, to temporarily act in her stead … and maybe that honor would help remove the taint from her family's name. The young Queen fully expected that she would accept the responsibility that she had just been given.
Only moments after her last statement left her lips, Hatshepsut noticed a servant approaching her with a silver jug of something she called 'sidar.' The name was very similar to 'sirdar' and she figured that some innovative and enterprising brewer had created a new drink that was intended for the nobility … which would, of course, make it popular among the commoners, who enjoyed anything meant for the upper classes. Even if it tasted dreadful, it would not matter to them. All people liked to pretend that they were above their station. That was precisely why, when unsure how to address a new courtier, the Queen had been taught to use a higher form of address, even if that courtier was actually lower in status. An unintentional compliment was always wiser than an accidental insult.
She was about to ask her closest attendant to let the servant fill her glass, but the woman tripped and Hatshepsut found herself completely drenched in the sticky amber liquid. Tahira, sitting at her side, was splashed as well. The caracal hissed and lunged at the servant, but the Queen was able to prevent her from being mauled by grabbing onto her pet's collar. Nefret, who had scampered from her shoulder some time ago and was entertaining a group of women with her antics, was thankfully out of harm's way. Alcohol was poisonous to most creatures. Tahira was still hissing, too protective of her mistress to clean herself.
It was so silent in the garden that one could have heard a pin drop. Her guests were all waiting to see how she would react as the servant tried to scurry away. “Someone stop her!” she commanded as she rose to her feet. There was an uncharacteristic hint of fury in her lyrical voice. “Take her back to her master and have her dealt with.” What was the punishment for dousing the Queen with wine, she wondered? At the moment, Hatshepsut didn't care. This gathering had been going so well and she was determined that it wouldn't be ruined by a slave's stupid mistake.
After sending a handmaiden off with Tahira to have her cleaned up, she noticed that everyone was looking at her in expectation. The scent of the drink she had been soaked with suddenly sickened her, and her stomach began to churn ominously. No, she couldn't throw up now, when all eyes were upon her. “I assure you all that I am quite all right,” she said, her voice loud enough so that all of the women could hear. “It was just an accident.” Raising one hand, she wiped away a trickle of apple wine that was streaming down her cheek. “I must go and change, but I will return to you soon. Sirdsett H'Sheifa will serve as your hostess while I am gone.”
Hatshepsut looked over at the older woman. She had just been granted the Queen's favor, to temporarily act in her stead … and maybe that honor would help remove the taint from her family's name. The young Queen fully expected that she would accept the responsibility that she had just been given.