His Dessert Flower

Chapter Two

Atem had no doubt that what he had heard was a clay pot falling along with a young girl he assumed fall and soon as he turned the corner his blue cape fluttering behind him there she was. He was just getting over the fact that priests were pressuring him to get married. Why? He didn't need to well… at least not now. He didn't Love anyone. Atem could only see the backside of the girl in front of him. She had short black hair and on her lower back he could see a tattoo of Anubis. He arched his eyebrow as she rushed to pick up the fallen pieces in an interesting manner which seamed to amuse him. By the looks of her clothing she was a slave but a beautiful one and at that moment he then reconsidered the thought of marriage could this girl be his future wife? He studied her for a moment and then deiced to help her, a smile coming across his face as he approached her.

"Do you need any help?" Aset heard a deep voice ask from behind her.

She lifted her head to see the Pharaoh looking at her with the kindest violet eyes she had ever seen. Her jade green eyes scanned his broad chest where his millennium puzzle hung proudly around his neck to his face and hard strong jaw. For a fact she knew he was the same age as her but his appearance seamed more adult like maybe because he had to act older then he was. She had never seen him in person before until now. Her heart quickened in her chest ready to pound its way out. Had she ever seen a man as hot as him? Aset was at a lost for words for a moment she didn't know where she was or if it was all a dream. Atem looked puzzled his own heart beating just as fast as he stared at her. At the moment he seamed to forget his own troubling life and focused on her. He finally got to see her full body which was just as beautiful as her face.

"…..Uhhh…Oh! I'm sorry my Pharaoh" she suddenly said and lowered her head back down in a bow.

Atem smiled down at her as he squatted down in front of her as his tan slightly muscular arm reached out and began to pick up the fallen pieces of the clay pot. Aset looked up to see him pick up pieces and began to do the same. She didn't want to look stupid. He wore a tunic that went down to his knees and was shirtless. On each tan arm were a gold arm bracelet and his usual crown placed on his spiky head and a blue cape draped loosely around his shoulders. A slight blush appeared on her face. Atem's violet eyes watched her carefully and saw the slight pink that appeared on her face. She had curves in all the right places and a face of a goddess. How come he had never seen her before until now? That question plagued his mind as watched her eying her movements carefully. Mahado his high priest and dearest friend was right there were more women that were more beautiful around the palace she was right in front of him.

"Thank you. I know you would have to go out of your way to help a slave like me. I'm just seam so worthless…." she trailed off softly.

The words she spoke pierced his heart. She was not worthless at least….not to him. What? Had he already developed feelings for this woman? Yes he had. He tilted up her chin so he could gaze into her soft jade green eyes which sent her heart racing.

"No ones worthless" he said just as soft.

Aset blushed and slowly pulled away from his grasp. The pieces they had gathered where know in one pile. Atem stood up followed by Aset. Kiwu stalked the halls looking for Aset in a fit of all sorts.

"Where is that brat?" she grumbled.

Guards gave her weird looks as she waddled down the halls of the palace. Her outward appearance wasn't exactly attractive although she thought she was the hottest thing since sliced bread. As Kiwu walked along her eyes spotted Aset at the end of the hall.

"She better not be slacking off again" Kiwu said grinding her teeth.

"Aset!!!!!" her shrill voice spoke.

Aset cringed as she saw Kiwu approach her and the Pharaoh in a most unpleasant way. Atem looked her way and saw the crude woman walk towards them. He arched an eye brow and flinched as he heard her voice rise again almost blowing out his ear drum.

"What have I told you about slacking off?"

"But….I..." Aset stammered trying to explain.

"Don't give me that….." Kiwu's voice trailed off as she spotted the Pharaoh Standing there the whole time looking quite confused. Kiwu hadn't realized Atem had been standing there the whole time.

"A thousand apologies Pharaoh. I wont let her bother you again" She said trying her best to bow and at the same time gave Aset an evil glare.

Aset stood there speechless as he saw the woman bow to him. The only thought that appeared in his mind was her name. "Aset?" He thought over and over again trying hard not to forget it how could he. Kiwu stared blankly at the Pharaoh still in some sort of a bow.

"Uh…Of course it wasn't her fault" he said in his best even tone possible trying to snap back to reality.

"Sorry Pharaoh. It won't happen again" Aset bowed still embarrassed.

Kiwu roughly grabbed Aset's arm and jerked her forward. Atem could here the older woman yelling as they walked along down the hall. He stood there for a moment not knowing where he was even going in the first place. His mind got off the subject of the beautiful slave girl and realized he had a meeting to attend to. He shook his head and began walking down the hall Aset not far from his thoughts. He entered a room to his left and pushed the golden hieroglyphic doors open. Two guards on both sides closed the doors as he entered. Seven irritated faces greeted him but soon where replaced by smiles. Well most of them at least.

"Greetings Pharaoh" Mahado greeted kindly.

Atem smiled and sat at his throne in the front of the room. After that meeting he had another one to go to. He sighed deeply this was pure torture. Throughout the whole day it was a meetings flying at him everywhere and now as he tiredly walked to his bedchambers he couldn't help but have a slight distraction. That's right throughout the whole time he was thinking about Aset. Any other thought had been permanently removed from his mind and Aset took there place. Atem tiredly pushed his double doors open and slumped inside. Once he got to his large bed he striped himself of his clothing and pulled the sheets over his lower half leaving his chest exposed. Atem put his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. Images of Aset's pretty face danced through his head tormenting him for what he could not have. Wait why couldn't he have her? And with that thought he drifted off to sleep.