The city was ablaze with sounds. Drums played, rattles shaking and pipes were being blown. Many other sounds were heard throughout the city. The sounds of people's footsteps could be heard as they moved along the street. People started to clap and cheer, as they danced along with the music. The sun had barely come up but none of this mattered to any of the people playing. The smells of fresh baked bread, cooking meat and fresh vegetables filled the town. Banners of every size shape and colour blew in the wind and hung from every house hold and shop.

"Finally, the Festival of Opet. One of the few festivals where everyone is here to see the whole royal family," a young male voice stated haughtily, a smirk on his face. He looked out the window at the streets below. Servants of every shape and size were all around him, busy putting black kohl around his eyes, and adding jewelry around his neck. His head had been freshly shaved except a strip of hair on the side of his head and he had been given a bath with scented soaps the night before.

"Hey Edward!" an equally, if not more, arrogant voice called to him. A man a bit taller than Edward and broader in the shoulders but just as equally beautiful, walked and approached Edward. He had just as many accessories as Edward had and had been given a royal treatment as well. The servants kept working on getting Edward prepared, finishing the last few preparations. "Want to see who can get more females' attention today?"

"Sure. I love a good bet. Be gone worthless servants," Edward sneered and watched in satisfaction as they bowed lowly and scurried away. They shut the door behind them as they left, nervous about staying even a fraction of a second too long.

"Very nice."

"I know right? They are so much more effective than before."

"I told you little brother. Treat them the way I do, and soon they fear you. Then they will get your bidding done so much faster than being lenient on them."

"Anyway, what about that bet?"

"Yes, right then. Let's see who can get the attention of more females by the end of the festival. What do you say?" Emmett asked challengingly.

"You are so on," Edward agreed, slapping his elder brother on the back.

The two princes walked side by side throughout the twisting palace hallways, the glow of the morning sun shone through the windows as the princes walked past , barking at slaves and servants. The slaves and servants found themselves shoved them aside if they got in the princesses way. The lucky servants who knew either of the princes from personal experience had the advantage to know to instinctively run into the nearest available room and hide until they passed. Even the servants who had only heard of them or the rumors about them ran and hid as well. The servants or slaves that had never heard of either of them were the very unfortunate souls who would face harsh punishment, even if they had done nothing wrong. If they were lucky they would get pushed out on the way. The unlucky ones got to spend the day in the dungeons.

The boys kept going on their way toward the main corridors. When they arrived in the main corridor they arrived to the scent of flowers and incense. Statues lined the corridor from one end to the other, and the torches that added extra light flickered there flames causing an eerie glow. They spotted the rest of their family at the far end of the corridor and the servants who were around them, putting the finishing touches on the festival litters they would be sitting on.

"Finally! Edward, Emmett. Hurry up!" their mother, Esme ordered as she was rushing them over.

Once they were over with the rest of their family, their father got into his seat. His was a tall seat in the shape of a great sphinx made of ash wood and decorated with flowers and had poles so that people could carry it. Esme went and sat in her seat after him. Her seat was an exact copy of their fathers only smaller. The three sons got into their seats, according to age, and finally Edward's sisters came and sat in their seats according as well. The servants checked the seats one last time and when they checked Edward's seat, he sneered at them, making them scurry away with fear.

After a few more minutes, the giant doors opened at the front of the palace that led to the city. The dancers and musicians exited the doors first, the royal family with guards around them for protection, who were lifted by big strong slaves with bronzed skin. As Edward's festival litter started forward he saw the first glimpses of the city once again.

"This is going to be good," he thought as his face was hit with the rays of the early-morning hot Egyptian sun.

I have decided to repost this with more details. Also, I changed some major parts later on. Tell me what you think. I tried to make it longer, but couldn't find a way to do it.