Son Of A Pharaoh!
Laying on a silky smooth, clean, white bed was a young boy. He looked about mabye age 17 or 18 years old. His head lay gently on the fulffy, white pillow apoun the headboard that pressed up against the wall. He was the young prince Atem why was in training to be the next pharaoh. But the prince was known to make up his own ruels that suited his wants. He never liked their ruels anyways, always-regal regulations like, always remember to bow before a guest, and never speak to those that surve you. Atem prefered making as many feel welcome even if he was at a higher class then them, and he saw it foolish for anyone to bow. Atem rarely stepped foot outside of the palace walls. He dreamed of the day when that light of hope and joy may shine threw his window of sorrow and dispair. Little did he know, he was about to get his wish. "Prince! Prince!" A voice came from down the hall, footsteps were heard pounding along the floor as Atem's head servent came bounding threw his bedroom door. "My prince are you mad! Pharaoh has been serching for you. He has! He has!" Atem glanced over from the corner of his eye to wach as the flustered servent ran around like a fool, shouting. "Prince was supposed to meet Pharaoh today! He was! In the dinning hall!" Atem smirked at this amuseing sight, yet did not answer. "Prince we must flee! That we must do! We must meet Pharaoh now!" Atem chuckled amd replied with a smartass remark. "You can tell my FATHER if he wishes to see me I shall be here in my quorters. Otherwise you can continue to run around and shout like a screamming ape and amuse me. Ether way is fine with me." The small man blinked and walked over to Atem as he watched the prince turn away. "Pharaoh must see prince now. Please sir." Atem looked over his shoulder to the man and smiled. "And just tell me why it's so URGENT I see my father. I have finished my studies for today. Now I rest apoun my bed so I may sleep, and dream of tomorrow." The man bowed to Atem and pleaded. "Simon feels it to be in Prince's best intrest." Atem let out a light sigh, and pushed himself up, arching his back so he could form into a seated pose. "Alright Simon you win. I give up… lets go see my father." Atem stood, and when he did it showed they were also teaching him posture as his back was arched, legs stood frimly apart, shoulders were back as his head was held high as his narrow, but sirious-looking violet eyes glanced down at Simon. Atem and Simon walked out of his room and along a long hallway to his father's private dinning area. Atem hated to bow so instead he lowered into a kneling pose and lowered his head and eyes. Even as prince he was still at a lower class then his powerful father, Pharaoh Atunamkanon. "Father…" Atem said with a slight hint of annoyince in his voice. "You asked for me sir?" Atunamkanon turned to his son and asked with anger, "What tone is that you speak to your father with!"
"Forgive me father. Its just I was tierd and resting in my corters when you beconed for me sir. I do not understand why sir. I have finished my studies." Atem explained. "You disrespect your father! I should send her away right now!" Atunamkanon shouted with anger. "Her?" Atem was puzzled; he'd never seen a girl before that was not a servent. "Father brings a girl to us?" Atem asked he wanted greatly to meet her. "Yes." Atunamkanon said with the same devilish smirk Atem used. "Oh father!" Without thinking Atem stood up straight and smiled brightly likeing the idea. "Atemu!" Atem realised he stood without asking and quickly kneled down again. "Forgive me father. May I see her now?" Atunamkanon nodded and snapped his fingers. Just as he did a young girl wrapped up in chains and shackled hands behind her back. Her ankles were bound together by a short chain that only allowed her to take short steps, but as she was pushed out she was unable to catch her ballence and fell face first to the floor. The girl bent her knees and brought herself up to a seated pose with her legs hidden under her. Atem's eyes widened as he saw how she was treated and again without thinking he rose up. The guard who shoved her walked over close by the girl. The girl looked up at Atem and gave a terrified look. Just as she did the guard pulled out a dagger and raised it while shouting, "Foul wench! Avert your eyes from his highness or they will be removed from your head!" Atem growled and shouted, "No!" as he rushed over and grasped his wrist while it was held in the air. "This girl's life is mine heed your dagger!" The guard refused and shouted back angrily, "My prince the girl is a meare slave and a worthless wench who can be replaced! She is disobediont and must be punished for such a crime! I shall not heed she must die!" Atem bent back his wrist while trying to get him to drop the dagger and replied angrily, "Heed your weapon or it shall be your head!" Atunamkanon stood up quickly and pointed to his son, Atem. "Release that man Atemu! You know the law!" Atem looked over at his father and protested angrily, "Father! I shall take her! But the girl will not be harmed. I don't care what happens she will not be harmed! I won't let you!" then with that Atem kneed the guard in the gut causing him to fall quickly to the ground. Atem knelt down beside the girl and reached out to touch her, but she quickly pulled back. "Shhh don't fear. I won't let anyone harm you. My father won't lay a hand on you nor his men. Now raise and I'll take you to my quarters and unchain you." Atem not only hand been fighting to save her by forceng to keep up the dagger but he sneeked the keys away from the man too. The girl rose up as Atem did and they ran off to his quarters.
When they arrived in the quarters Atem had her sit down apoun his bed while he unchained her. When he was done the girl quickly rose to her feet and ran into a corner to hide. "Oh come on. Don't you trust me?" Atem asked her as he folded his arms firmly against his chest. But the girl refused to reply. Atem lay back against his pillow and looked over to her as he spoke. "Will you at least tell me your name? Surely you must have one." The girl keep her eyes lowered so she would not get in trouble and replied in a nervous tone, "My name is what you wish sir. I have had many in the past. Call me what you wish." Atem rolled his eyes, while slowly drawing his legs up bending at the knee. "Miss, you are not my slave nor shall you ever be again. Now… tell me your name please." The girl kept her eyes to the floor as she replied, "Teana."
"Teana… pretty. Come here Teana and sit with me. And revert from not looking at me. Your most welcome to." Teana stood and walked over to him slowly, her eyes slowly and unerveingly rose to look at him. She sat down cautiously apoun his silky smooth bed, and kept a close wach on him. "Be still. I won't harm you I swear. My father can be so barbaric. But never mind him. You are under my complete protection. Tell me Teana… how old are you?"
"16 your highness."
"Oh please don't start that. I would prefer you call me by my name. Atemu. Atem for short." Teana nodded, and turned her glance away as she blushed just realizing how handsome he was. Atem didn't understand why she was now refuseing to look at him again. Did she not understand yet he wouldn't let them punish her for looking? "Teana? Why do you turn away?" Atem asked as he placed a hand gently apoun her shoulder. "I won't hurt you." Teana placed her hand apoun his and turned to look at him. "I know …Atem…?" Atem blinked and gave a confused look as he replied, "Yes?" Teana turned sideways still seated. "Will you be my friend?"
"Of course. But we must not let anyone know we are. I can't always be at your side. So when I go to study stay hidden till I return. Let no one know we are friends' ether. If they find out its death." Atem pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her in a comforting way. "I will protect you best I can Teana… but while I am away conseal yourself." Teana closed her eyes and nodded to him in response. It felt good knowing she would have someone looking after her for a change intead of hurtting her. But she knew their friendship was going to be hard to keep.