{[ This is my fanfiction of Egypt x Libya. Don't like. Don't read. ]}
Part of her knew it was wrong. But it was a fraction. A microscopic fraction that, in the grand scheme of things, meant nothing. But to her, in this passionate, heated instant, meant the world. She couldn't be here. She couldn't let his hands so openly roam her body as if they were strangers. She couldn't let lust get the better of her judgement. And yet... She could...
Nadia sat up in bed. The air was crisp and wavering under her breath. She could taste the drought that would soon be plaguing her country. And yet, she didn't care. Nothing mattered in the days that had recently passed. Nothing but her brother.
She rose quietly as to not wake the guards that slept in her home with her. They were all female, of course. Do to the fact that she was an Islamic woman, she would never be allowed to sleep in a room full of men. Plus, women were a little more understanding. Especially Gamalia.
Gamalia was not only a servant of Nadia, but she had also been a friend of the nation since the wench was born. Gamalia had been born into the service of Libya. Of course, as she always did, Nadia gave those born into her service the choice to leave. Many did, but Gamalia did not.
This was perhaps one of the reasons that Nadia liked Gamalia above all of her other servants. Not just because she was the only one left that had volunteered -as all her other servants were deemed whores or unfit in the eyes of Allah and they had to redeem their righteousness- but because she understood Nadia on a level that no one else really ever had. It was like she could read her mind.
And on this particular morning, Gamalia seemed to be up to her same mind-reading acts. Just as Nadia walked through the corridor in which the young servant usually slept, Gamalia rose to bow to her queen. Nadia nodded back to her and gave her a quick hand gesture that signaled to stop with the formalities and join her. The servant woman only nodded.
The two ventured outside as the sun rose over the beautiful and vast desert of Libya. Unlike most nations, Nadia did not live in her country's capitol city. She lived in a town called Sabha. It wasn't a very small town, but it was odd for a nation not to live in or close to it's capitol.
Nadia preferred the quieter life of Sabha for a few reasons. Less noise. Less drama. Less civilization period. But the reason she loved it most, she was gazing upon right now. There was nothing like watching the sun rise over the desert sand dunes. It was not only breathtaking, but beautiful beyond all words imaginable. And Nadia got to witness it every day.
As the sun rose slowly into the sky, the two women set on mats in front of the cold house. Gamalia sat in silence for a while, but it was obvious what was on her mind. Just as it was every morning lately.
"Yes, Gamalia. I had the dream again." Nadia looked down with a soft sigh. As the sun rose, her skin seemed to absorb it's warmth, though it did nothing for her mood.
Had Gamalia not offered to be a servant, she more than likely would have been assigned as the town psychiatrist. She was a wonderful listener, and always seemed to know the perfect things to say. "Were there any variations?" Having grown up in Libya her entire life, her accent was strong and thick, much like Nadia herself's.
The nation shook her head. "None. None at all. As always." She bit her lip softly. She knew it was a nasty habit. She'd been told that at least a million times through out her life. But it was a habit that calmed her a bit. So she did not try to stop herself.
Gamalia nodded. There was a long pause before she spoke. "Would you like to go through the dream this morning, my queen?"
Nadia only shook her head as she looked out onto the rising sun. Today would be a new day. Perhaps today would be different. "Not today, Gamalia. Not today."