the rebel spirit of a rebel queen
I sigh once again as I watch the men and women dance before me, dancing for my pleasure but only adding to the growing boredom.
The large amounts of jewelry around my arms chimned as I shifted my head to the other side. Sahee sent me a glare over her shoulder, making me sit up a little.
She turned back to the dancing, just as one of the men fell forward, an arrow sticking straight up from his back. Another arrow flew forward from the darkness, just barely missing my head and enlodging into the thrown.
I quickly stand up, holding my arm towards the dark, open chamber door. " Who dare threaten the pharoah Asilia in her own palace?" my voice booms.
A deep chuckle echoed around the room, people gasping and running to the closest exits, leaving only me and a hand full of gaurds. The once brightly lit room was quickly consumed by complete darkness. There were sounds of gasps and grunts, ending swiftly with loud thuds all around me.
Soon light enveloped the four main corners of the room, and to my terror, the person in front of me. He smiled darkely down at me, his black hair making shadows around his face erily. His hand wrapped around my neck, holding me down to the thrown, the other holding a blade to my neck.
He set down the blade on my lap, caressing my cheek with his now free hand. "You have your mothers eyes, and your fathers attitude." he spoke darkly.
A growl sounded in my low chest as i glared daggers at him. I knew him, and he knew me just as well. "What in Ra's name are you doing her masabra? you know you are not welcome here." I growled up at him.
His deep brown eyes famed with rage and he tightened his grip around my throat. He smiled evily down at me as i gripped his hand, desperately trying to pry his hand off. I gasp and choke, searching for the air that i so desperately need. He lifted me up, bringing me face to face with him.
"listen here, you little rat!" he barked, purposely spitting in my eye at the word 'rat'. "I am your uncle, therefor i was to take the thrown first!" He shook me violently. "Now i'm here to take back what's mine."
I yelped as he threw me to the stone floor, making me roll a bit until i was violently picked up, forced to stand so one of my arms was held out in front of me, the other held behind my back.
He took the dagger that had fallen off my lap and warmed the tip to a hot red in the torch. He marveled at it for a moment, before slowly making his way towards me.
My heart beat quickened as he took my skinny arm in his large hand, holding it out so it was palm up. "dear, sweet Asilia, I truly do love you, but you have become a thorn in my side, so now you will know how it feels to be outcast of your own kingdom!" he barked.
I could feel the heat draw nearer as he brought the heated metal closer to my skin. My breathing quickened as I watch him smile evily up at me, no sympathy or consent left in his eyes, only hatred: towards me.
"U-uncle..." I whispered. "wh-what are you doing?" his only answer was a bitter smile as he dug the blade into my forearm.
I screamed out, thrashing my body around in pain as the smell of searing skin tingled my nostrils.
He started tracing down, the form of a circle now coming into place, soon ending with a half circle behind it.
Tears streamed down my face as my head slumped, pain throbbing now in my head. He whispered things onto the fresh wound, nothing i knew though, not yet anyways.
He soon backed away, flicking his hand to the people who held me. My body crumpled to the ground as they released me. I hissed in pain, landing on the fresh wound.
"Now then, send her to our neighbor, he will find a way to treat an outlaw." he barked at the men. Once again I was roughly picked up and thrown on a horses saddle, someone sitting behind me as we rode through the desert. I soon blacked out, not entirely ready for what was waiting ahead for me.