This is it. We're actually going to meet the famous Prince Yami. My father, he use to be an assistant for a local village cheif, until the Pharaoh visted. 'I see talent in you, both of you.' He said. Me and my father celebrated in joy. The Pharaoh was a very kind man, yet I've heard Prince Yami wasn't the 'social' type. 'Don't worry, he will open up one day.' The Pharaoh assured me before hopping on to a camel. It was going to be a long trip, so a horse wouldn't do good. I saddled my own camel as well.
I'm the same age as the Prince, sixteen. My hair was slightly past my shoulders, a chocolate brown. My brown eyes were like my fathers, powerful at the look. The Pharaoh had given me a sleeveless shirt, if you could call it that (it stopped right under the breast), and a short skirt. I don't see why though, After I had placed them on, I was weighed down by piles and piles of cloaks and bandana's to save my smooth tanned skin. I am beautiful, I will admit, but I'm blind of love. I've never had a kiss in my life, not even on my hand. It's amazing, actually. By far, my love life has only been treated with bows and hand shakes.
After four days of cold nights in the desert, I could see a glimpse of my new village. The sun made it hard to see, but I could make out a large and tall house. One of the Pharaoh's men cried out, "Open the gates for the Pharaoh and company!"
Three horses rode towards us and the Pharaoh insisted that we ride the other two. "Please, there will be no more harsh sun on your back. Allow the people to see how raidient you are!" I obeyed and saddled the horse. A chill ran through my spine, what is this city like? The Queen qill be happy with us around, will she? What if Prince Yami hates us? The horse seems to have sensed what I felt, he snorted and started off before the Pharaoh and Father could. I grabbed hold and made him halt. The Pharaoh laughed. "Talent with a horse! Impressive!" The Pharaoh kicked his horse lightly, he sped into a run.I glanced at my father before I lightly kicked my own horse. The wind blew in my hair and I felt the thrill of fear. I laughed outloud as a caught up with the Pharaoh. We both rode past the brick gate and into the city. The people bowed and cheered for the Pharaoh and his safe return. They pointed and whispered at me, making me feel as low as possible.
Father caught up with us and we headed straight. The house I saw at first sight grew larger, it was a palace. It was made of sandy colored bricks, with stairs leading to the house. The Pharaoh stopped at the foot of the stairs and gave his horse to a servant. We copied him, and at the top fo the stairs stood what would be the Queen and Prince Yami.
The queen was around her twentys, she must have been wedded at the age of twelve. She wore a stright fitted dress, held on by the straps. Gold weighed her wrist, ankles, and neck while her black hair was weaved with gold threading. The Pharaoh took the stairs by threes and embraced his wife. He turned to Yami, who was waiting for acknowlagement. "Son, I bring you a new assistant." The royal family turned to me and Father, we both bowed before turning to Yami for approval.
Yami had no look of his mother or father. His mutli-colored hair pointed in every direction and his purple eyes bore right into my own. I quickly turned my head, his eyes overtook me. I blushed as I felt his eyes check me over. No wonder the Pharaoh wanted me in such clothing, I was going to be a toy for the Prince. I felt sick, I blinked and placed a hand on the floor to hold myself. "Alright." I heard Yami said quietly, yet it rang through out the palace. "Thank you, Father."
"No problem, son. I could see their talent." The Pharaoh winked at us, making me use my other hand for support. Father looked at me with worry.
"Anzu." said Father quietly, but Yami was walking to me. He kneeled down by me.
"Are you well?" He asked. I nodded and adressed him properly.
"Yes," I said. "I am fine, sir."
Yami stood up and nodded. "Let's go." He said. His red cape swished after him as he walked off. He was only wearing a short kilt and sandals, so I got a full view of an muscular tanned chest. Father followed him, but I bowed politely at the Pharaoh and Queen before I chased after them. "What are your names?" Yami asked, still un-emotional. He walked right into Yami's room.
"I am Ramsis, sir," My father said. "This is my daughter, Anzu."
"Ramsis, take this to a slave." Yami tore off one of his gold necklaces and handed it to Father like it was paper. "They'll give you a room and bath." My father nodded and bowed. I turned to follow him, but Prince Yami called me. I turned around, waiting for him to talk. Fear was clawing at me as Yami shut the door behind Father. "You're sixteen?" He asked.
"Yes, sir." I replied, edging slightly to the door. Yami rolled his eyes, he sat himself in a chair.
"Call me Yami." He said. "I won't touch you." He added, frowning slightly at the thought. "I think that's gross."
I laughed outloud before I could control myself. It wasn't every day a royal man like Pri-I mean, Yami would say such things "gross" or "yuck". Yami turned to me, a smile playing on his lips as I manage to turn my laugh into a giggle. "I'm glad you think that way." I told him.
"You can sit." Yami said, gesturing to the chair next to him. Both of them were facing towards the tall window doors, bursted open so we had a clear view of the blue skies. I sat down next to him, making sure my skirt didn't go any shorter. "My father made you wear that kind of clothes."
I nodded. "Is this not his first attempt?" I quickly shut my mouth, if someone heard me say such things about the Pharaoh.....But Yami took no notice.
"Mostly slave girls." Yami replied to my comment. "I allowed it one time."
"What happened?" I asked.
"She bore a baby and my mother beheaded her." I gave a small gasp and Yami nodded grimly. We sat there for a while, then I thought for a moment.
"Princ-Yami," I restated, "what is this city like?"
Yami turned to me, rising from his chair. "Would you like to see?" I nodded and he offered his hand. I took it, yet drew away as he led me to the halls. "Come on." Yami took me to the stables, where he ordered for two horses. Yami saddled his horse, but I stood next to my own. "Is something wrong?"
I stared at my skirt, it's no wonder the people stared. Yami caught on to what I was trying to say and ordered for a change of clothes. I blushed as he handed me a dress, somewhat like his mothers. "Thank you." I said quietly.
"I should change too, I might stir un-wanted attention." Yami left and I slipped into an empty stall. I use to change in stalls like this, it was common for me. The walls were high enough for my figure from eyes and sometimes clean enough to change. I turned to the walls as I threw off the horrible clothes and slipped into the dress. I was lost in thought, I was so lucky to assist a man like Yami. My thoughts were inturrupted, though, as a sharp voice sliced through me.
"Lady!"
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=Peasant girls usually married around the age 12, the boys were a few years older than the girls. (I'm just pretending that the queen was a peasant.)
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I'm the same age as the Prince, sixteen. My hair was slightly past my shoulders, a chocolate brown. My brown eyes were like my fathers, powerful at the look. The Pharaoh had given me a sleeveless shirt, if you could call it that (it stopped right under the breast), and a short skirt. I don't see why though, After I had placed them on, I was weighed down by piles and piles of cloaks and bandana's to save my smooth tanned skin. I am beautiful, I will admit, but I'm blind of love. I've never had a kiss in my life, not even on my hand. It's amazing, actually. By far, my love life has only been treated with bows and hand shakes.
After four days of cold nights in the desert, I could see a glimpse of my new village. The sun made it hard to see, but I could make out a large and tall house. One of the Pharaoh's men cried out, "Open the gates for the Pharaoh and company!"
Three horses rode towards us and the Pharaoh insisted that we ride the other two. "Please, there will be no more harsh sun on your back. Allow the people to see how raidient you are!" I obeyed and saddled the horse. A chill ran through my spine, what is this city like? The Queen qill be happy with us around, will she? What if Prince Yami hates us? The horse seems to have sensed what I felt, he snorted and started off before the Pharaoh and Father could. I grabbed hold and made him halt. The Pharaoh laughed. "Talent with a horse! Impressive!" The Pharaoh kicked his horse lightly, he sped into a run.I glanced at my father before I lightly kicked my own horse. The wind blew in my hair and I felt the thrill of fear. I laughed outloud as a caught up with the Pharaoh. We both rode past the brick gate and into the city. The people bowed and cheered for the Pharaoh and his safe return. They pointed and whispered at me, making me feel as low as possible.
Father caught up with us and we headed straight. The house I saw at first sight grew larger, it was a palace. It was made of sandy colored bricks, with stairs leading to the house. The Pharaoh stopped at the foot of the stairs and gave his horse to a servant. We copied him, and at the top fo the stairs stood what would be the Queen and Prince Yami.
The queen was around her twentys, she must have been wedded at the age of twelve. She wore a stright fitted dress, held on by the straps. Gold weighed her wrist, ankles, and neck while her black hair was weaved with gold threading. The Pharaoh took the stairs by threes and embraced his wife. He turned to Yami, who was waiting for acknowlagement. "Son, I bring you a new assistant." The royal family turned to me and Father, we both bowed before turning to Yami for approval.
Yami had no look of his mother or father. His mutli-colored hair pointed in every direction and his purple eyes bore right into my own. I quickly turned my head, his eyes overtook me. I blushed as I felt his eyes check me over. No wonder the Pharaoh wanted me in such clothing, I was going to be a toy for the Prince. I felt sick, I blinked and placed a hand on the floor to hold myself. "Alright." I heard Yami said quietly, yet it rang through out the palace. "Thank you, Father."
"No problem, son. I could see their talent." The Pharaoh winked at us, making me use my other hand for support. Father looked at me with worry.
"Anzu." said Father quietly, but Yami was walking to me. He kneeled down by me.
"Are you well?" He asked. I nodded and adressed him properly.
"Yes," I said. "I am fine, sir."
Yami stood up and nodded. "Let's go." He said. His red cape swished after him as he walked off. He was only wearing a short kilt and sandals, so I got a full view of an muscular tanned chest. Father followed him, but I bowed politely at the Pharaoh and Queen before I chased after them. "What are your names?" Yami asked, still un-emotional. He walked right into Yami's room.
"I am Ramsis, sir," My father said. "This is my daughter, Anzu."
"Ramsis, take this to a slave." Yami tore off one of his gold necklaces and handed it to Father like it was paper. "They'll give you a room and bath." My father nodded and bowed. I turned to follow him, but Prince Yami called me. I turned around, waiting for him to talk. Fear was clawing at me as Yami shut the door behind Father. "You're sixteen?" He asked.
"Yes, sir." I replied, edging slightly to the door. Yami rolled his eyes, he sat himself in a chair.
"Call me Yami." He said. "I won't touch you." He added, frowning slightly at the thought. "I think that's gross."
I laughed outloud before I could control myself. It wasn't every day a royal man like Pri-I mean, Yami would say such things "gross" or "yuck". Yami turned to me, a smile playing on his lips as I manage to turn my laugh into a giggle. "I'm glad you think that way." I told him.
"You can sit." Yami said, gesturing to the chair next to him. Both of them were facing towards the tall window doors, bursted open so we had a clear view of the blue skies. I sat down next to him, making sure my skirt didn't go any shorter. "My father made you wear that kind of clothes."
I nodded. "Is this not his first attempt?" I quickly shut my mouth, if someone heard me say such things about the Pharaoh.....But Yami took no notice.
"Mostly slave girls." Yami replied to my comment. "I allowed it one time."
"What happened?" I asked.
"She bore a baby and my mother beheaded her." I gave a small gasp and Yami nodded grimly. We sat there for a while, then I thought for a moment.
"Princ-Yami," I restated, "what is this city like?"
Yami turned to me, rising from his chair. "Would you like to see?" I nodded and he offered his hand. I took it, yet drew away as he led me to the halls. "Come on." Yami took me to the stables, where he ordered for two horses. Yami saddled his horse, but I stood next to my own. "Is something wrong?"
I stared at my skirt, it's no wonder the people stared. Yami caught on to what I was trying to say and ordered for a change of clothes. I blushed as he handed me a dress, somewhat like his mothers. "Thank you." I said quietly.
"I should change too, I might stir un-wanted attention." Yami left and I slipped into an empty stall. I use to change in stalls like this, it was common for me. The walls were high enough for my figure from eyes and sometimes clean enough to change. I turned to the walls as I threw off the horrible clothes and slipped into the dress. I was lost in thought, I was so lucky to assist a man like Yami. My thoughts were inturrupted, though, as a sharp voice sliced through me.
"Lady!"
)(
=Peasant girls usually married around the age 12, the boys were a few years older than the girls. (I'm just pretending that the queen was a peasant.)
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