My Fair Dragon Lady

WildEm: Hi people! Second chapter!!

Oh, I forgot the disclaimer, so here it is. I OWN NOTHING!! Except... actually I don't even entirely own the plot, let's see how it goes then.

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Yeah I know I nicked the name 'Anck-Su-Namun' from 'The Mummy' and 'The Mummy Returns'. For people who haven't seen either of these films - there aren't many - 'Anck-Su-Namun' is pronounced 'An-ach-Soo-Nyah-moon' With the "ach" said like the Germans say it, like you you're trying to sigh but have a massive lump of phlegm in your throat.

'C' as in "cat"

'H' as in "huh"

Say them at exactly the same time. Go on I dare you. That's how you do it lol!!

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'Wouldn't it be loverly?'

"Condemned by every syllable she speaks...

...Condemned by every syllable she speaks...

...Condemned by every syllable she speaks..."

Even later that night the words still replayed again and again in Kisara's mind like the echo of a cry in a wide cavern, her heart's simple existance now questioning her without mercy.

"...will keep her in the gutter 'til the end of her days... 'til the end of her days... 'til the end of her days..."

The young man's appraisal used her as a human punchbag again and again. Her mouth began to form words to block out his insults and bragging, slowly more and more sound came out, and his voice became quieter and quieter and quieter. She took a deep breath of the night air, and cut it's silence with a blunt knife.

"All I want is a room somewhere, far away from the cold night air.
With one enormous chair; Oh wouldn't it be loverly?
Lotsa good food for me to eat; Lots of coal makin' lots of heat.
Warm face, warm 'ands, warm feet, Oh wouldn't it be loverly?
Oh, so loverly sittin' abso-bloomin'-lutely still!
I would never budge 'til Spring crept over my window sill.
Someone's head restin' on my knee; Warm and tender as he can be,
Who takes good care of me; Oh wouldn't it be loverly?
Loverly,

Loverly,

Loverly,

Loverly."

Two Days Later...

Knock knock...

"Enter."

Anck-Su-Namun, the head of household staff at the Imperial Palace entered into the High Priest's study, admitting Kisara into it's cool wake, a blissful contrast to the baking Egyptian sun.

"What is it." a voice snapped.

Anck-Su-Namun did not even flinch. Apparantly she was used to this treatment. "This girl wishes to see you, your Eminence."

Seth, now dressed in proper attire again, glanced up from his scroll of hieroglpyhs, his expression unaltering and brusquely dismissing Kisara. "And why on Earth have you brought her anywhere near me?" he said in his usual harsh tone.

Kisara gasped, and covered her mouth with her hand, looking to Anck-Su-Namun, and then back to Seth. "She didn'' tell me Oi'd be talkin' with the High Priest, she didn''!!"

Both Seth and Anck-Su-Namun ignored her. "Well, she's quite a common girl, Majesty. Very common indeed. I should have sent her away only I thought perhaps you wanted her to speak for you."

"Oh, no, no, no. This is the girl I jotted down last night. She's no use. I've got all the records I want of west Kul Elna. I'm not going to waste another scroll on that. Now be off with you, I don't want you."

"Oi've come to ask for elacution lessons, Oi 'ave Majesty."

"Elocution, not elacution."

"Oi've come to ask for yew to teach me to speak loike a princess, Oi 'ave."

Seth smirked, and turned to his cousin. "Atem? Shall we ask this baggage to sit down or shall we just throw her out of the window?"

Kisara's face deteriorated into one of horror. "Ah-ah-ah-ow-ow-ow-oo! Oi won't be called a baggage, not when Oi've offad to pay loike any lady!"

"What do you want here miss?" Atem asked.

Kisara drew herself up to as much height as she could muster. "I wan' to be a lady in a flahr shop 'stead o' sellin' at the theatre. But they won't take me unless Oi can talk more genteel." she jerked her head at Seth, "'E said 'e could teach me. Well, 'ere Oi am and ready to pay. Oi'm not askin' any favour - and 'e treats me as if I was dirt. Well Oi know wha' lessons cost as well as yew do, and Oi'm ready to pay!!"

"What is your name?" Seth inquired.

She curtsied. "Kisara, Majesty."

An undeniable smile pulled at Atem's lips as he remembered yesterday evening. "What about your boast that you could pass her off as a princess at the Embassy Ball, eh?" Seth turned his attention to Atem, "I'll say you're the greatest teacher alive if you make that good. I'll bet you all the expenses of the experiment that you can't do it. I'll even pay for the lessons. That is, of course, if you can."

Kisara curtsied. "Oh, you're real good. Thank yew Majesty."

Seth gave another crisp smirk. She was merely a beautiful instrument, an instrument in need of a good tuning up. The oppurtunity for Atem to pay his expenses and admit that he was without doubt the best was too good to turn down. "You know, it's almost irresistible. She's so deliciously low. So horribly dirty."

"Oi ain't dirty!! Oi washed my face and hands before Oi come, I did." Kisara protested, "An' if Oi knew Oi'd be talkin' to yew, Oi'd a washed 'em twice, Oi would!!"

Seth slammed his hand down on the table, silencing the girl instantaneously. "I'll take it. I'll make a princess of this draggle-tailed guttersnipe!! We'll start today, now, this moment! Anck-Su-Namun!! Take her away, and clean her. Scrubbing brush, if it won't come off any other way. Is there a good fire in the kitchens?"

Anck-Su-Namun nodded. "Yes, but -"

Seth interrupted her. "Take all her clothes off and burn them and find her some new ones. Now!"

Kisara's arms flew around her waist. "You're no gentleman, you're not, to talk of such things! I'm a good girl, I am. And I know what the likes of you are, I do!!"

Seth did not even look at her again. "We want none of your slum prudery here, young woman. You've got to learn to behave like a princess. Now take her away, Anck-Su-Namun, and if she gives you any trouble, wallop her."