Disclaimer: I don't own Red River. Just like I don't own a lot of other stuff in this world except for this fictional story and a shared computer…so yeah, don't sue me.*Just so you know this is a dream sequence unless I tell you otherwise*

*I shivered as I wandered through pitch blackness. Exhaling sharply when I heard a small scurrying sound near me I craned my neck to see what it was but only saw the foggy condensation that came from my own mouth. How that was possible in this dark place was beyond me. Telling myself to keep moving I rubbed my hands up and down my arms to keep myself from freezing, what had happened to the tingling warmth I had been enjoying just a little while ago?

My foot caught on something suddenly and I tumbled to my hands and knees with an audible crunch. Slowly getting to my feet I dusted of my stinging hands and knees deciding I didn't want to know what I landed on that made such a disturbing sound. I gasped when I heard the echo of fading laughter, "Who's there?" I whispered.

"You won't get far this time!" A voice hissed.

A chill went up my spine just as I felt two clawed hands wrap themselves around my ankles and with a hard yank they dragged me to my knees. Scrambling to grab on to something, anything I twisted around when my arm brushed against something firm and solid above me.

"What are you doing?" The voice thundered, obviously angered.

I latched on to whatever was keeping from sinking into wherever the pair of hands wanted to drag me down in and kicked my legs to help dislodge the clutching appendages.

"Stop! Stop it! I said Stop!" The voice howled.

With a final thrust of my foot against the grasping hands I breathed a sigh of relief when the furious sputtering and hissing voice faded away along with the solid darkness and cold fog to give way to a plain unfurnished hall that stretched as far as the eye could see and was colored a dazzling white. I smiled relived despite the clinical feel of the grandiose hallway and hugged myself when I started to feel warmth creep over my body starting from the soles of my feet and working its way up.

Mmmmm, so warm…I let my arms drop to my sides limply and stretched my body out on the floor to get closer to the blissful warmth that seemed to radiate from the smooth ground.*

Ramses did not even bother to conceal his glare of disgust towards Jade as a pair of blanked faced male slaves picked her unconscious body up off of him and carried her towards his bathing chamber. A nervous maid scuttled by him with a low bow before following the trio into the room.

He clenched his fists angrily as the heavy wooden door closed with a soft click and he whirled around to stalk from his small study situated beside his suite and into his attached bedroom. A high female chuckle behind him pricked his ire but he chose to ignore it. Flinging his soiled kilt aside he did not acknowledge Neema's pointed stare at his backside and chose to dig through his ornate chest for a clean tunic.

"Can I ask what happened or must I guess?" Every note in Neema's voice rang with ill disguised humor. Ramses slipped on his unembellished white tunic with a violent tug and swung a scathing look at his younger sibling.

She merely lifted a brow and chuckled, "You should know the rumor currently making its way around the residence is that you tried to get the girl drunk and have your way with her… only then unfortunately for you, she decided to spill her insides on you before you could prevent it."

Ramses expression darkened, "Then you should very well know sister, that it was not my idea to get her intoxicated nor did I plan on molesting her. I found her like that in the courtyard and was caught unawares when she decided to rid her body of the drink inhibiting her body."

Neema's mouth twitched, "Unawares you say? Since when has The General Ramses ever been caught off guard, I wonder?"

He opted to glare at her since the object of his resentment was currently being washed by a maid in hisbath! "She did not act as any normal drunk would and I did not notice until it was too late." He bit out, refusing to tell her about Jade's brief mind altering touches and her paralyzing, horror inducing, almost kiss.

His sister sighed, "What about that girl has ever been normal? I gather it has something to do with her aristocratic parentage and heathen like upbringing. It would be no wonder, especially seeing how barbaric even the most dignifiedof their nobility behave. The poor girl was probably taught to scrounge in the marshes and mud for food to feed her family…" She muttered, waving him off.

Ramses interest was piqued despite his still smoldering frustration. "Aristocratic?"

"Hm? Yes, when I had originally purchased her she was covered in a fine violet cloak and wore odd clothes underneath. I figured she was some high born girl captured in a raid from some savage northern tribe." She answered absent mindedly, walking over to his desk in the next room.

Ramses frowned and followed her. Mulling it over, Ramses concluded Jade did not act like a northern tribes woman, nor did she carry the air of nobility that seemed to be carefully bred and instilled in most women of aristocratic origins…if he was to describe her persona at all he would say that she acted like… well, like he did in his youth. She was petulant, unruly, impolite, and had a knack for getting into just about every sort of trouble she could land herself in. He vaguely wondered how he had not been throttled at least once by his nursemaids or father; it truly was a mystery to be told. Honestly, he had a good mind to strangle the annoying girl more than once in the small amount of time he's spent with her.

He also knew that if he even dare try it she would react like an enraged cobra towards him. Hissing and spitting venom while trying to wriggle out of his grasp or even attempt to rip into his own flesh in vengeance. He sighed and reached up to rub his temple, just what has he gotten himself into?

Neema cleared her throat delicately and gestured to the few tablets littering the surface of his desk with a far too amused and knowing smirk. He rolled his eyes and dismissed Neema with small wave of his hand, "Do what you must to stop that ridiculous rumor from spreading to the streets. I do not need any more tablets from His majesty reminding me of the many eligibleanddistantlyrelated women of his family nor do I need mother to continue her search for her idea of my perfect wife."

Neema nodded setting aside a particularly amusing tablet from His majesty to answer, "They seem to be worried about you…but if you think containing this incident is the best course of action than I will concede to your wishes."

He gave her curt nod and watched her depart his rooms with narrowed eyes. 'They seem worried' she had said, he felt like laughing at the absurdity of it. As cruel as it sounded his mother really was only hoping to secure more wealth and power for his family despite her own maternal hopes to see him happy. In reality he knew she would rather see him with an entire harem of women and unsatisfied as long as their family's current social standing was maintained. He figured it must be killing her to see him taking in some random slave girl, he nodded to himself he would make sure to set aside some time to visit her suites before he left for Thebes in the next coming weeks and assure her that emergency matchmaking would not be necessary as he would be leaving the girl behind soon enough.

As for Horemheb...Ramses looked towards his desk where a small clay tablet lay and pressed his lips together in a tight aggravated line. His majesty was more informed than he thought; Ramses received a tablet of Horemheb's disapproval with this supposed love scandal in only a few days after it had been floating around. The entire court probably found out only a couple days after thinking of all the palace maids and their penchant for gossip. That particular tablet not so subtlety mentioned the offer of Queen Mutnedjmet's half cousin's-who was a low courtier's and concubine's child- second daughter's hand in marriage.

Thinking back he tried to recall what he knew of the girl. It was said she was naught but fifteen winters old and was half way through her priestess training in Bastet's temple and the few glimpses he caught of her when she visited the Malkata palace in Thebes did not leave much of an impression. Tall and slim with dark eyes and hair she looked similar to any other temple maiden…waving it off, he decided he would decline the offer once again. He had no interest in marrying beneath himself, not unless the woman was above and beyond extraordinary, not unless she was anything like Yu-

Ramses cut off his thoughts to let out a frustrated sigh and run a hand through his short blonde locks. He looked up when the creak of the wooden door to his bathing chamber opened and the timid serving woman poked her head out to look around. Startled to see him staring at her she bobbed her head in a bow and said, "The young lady is clean now, but where shall we place her, master?" She inquired quietly.

Ramses stayed silent unsure of where to place Jade's unconscious body. He didn't know where she usually slept and he didn't really care to find out. He rubbed a shoulder before rolling it tiredly, "Just put her where you see fit."

The woman nibbled worriedly on her lower lip before nodding and slipping back inside the chamber. Ramses could hear rapid whispering coming from behind the door but didn't bother to listen to it, he shook his head, perhaps they would know where her chambers were…if not they could always put her in the stables. Another creak of the door told him they were ready to leave his chambers, so he walked over to open the wooden door leading into the hallway when the men and woman simply walked around him and carried Jade into his bedroom.

Puzzled he followed them inside and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

The three finished covering her with his bed sheets and one of the men turned to look at him sheepishly, "Master said to put her where we see fit and since your both…" He didn't finish his sentence and simply cleared his throat for emphasis.

Ramses resisted the urge to shake the man by his tunic and gave a curt nod. It would seem that rumors spread faster than he thought. The three slaves edged away from him warily sensing their master's displeasure but for the life of them they couldn't figure out just whathad caused it. Or rather who…

As soon as Ramses heard the door to his study close he walked over to Jade's still form laying on his bed. He pulled back the sheet only to hastily stuff it back under her. Those slaves presumed too much! Ignoring the naked slave girl only a few inches away from him, he sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands and let out a loud groan.

It was quiet for a few minutes before the whimpering started. Ramses was broken out of his thoughts which mostly centered on a certain red haired girls early demise when he noticed it. Looking up, he found Jade was making odd sounds that were a cross between sobbing and moaning. She kicked the sheets from her body and he looked away with an annoyed sigh.

Keeping his face averted he blindly reached for her to still her movements, "Clam yourself woman." He muttered quietly as he grasped the sheets to pull back over her. Satisfied that she wasn't going to kick him and that she was covered he turned to look at her, her face was crumpled into a frightened expression and she was shivering, clutching the sheets tightly in her hands as if to fend off her anxiety with that small action.

Ramses pursed his lips angrily and glared before rolling his eyes and let out a breath. He massaged his neck before getting up from the bed whilst grumbling curses under his breath. Stalking into his study he swept the room in a cursory glance, his eyes landed on a plain wooden chest in the corner. He hesitantly wandered over to it before lifting its lid and gathered the rarely used fur blankets inside. Walking back into his bedroom he deposited the blankets at the foot of the bed, Jade had once more kicked the sheets off herself and was squirming even more restlessly on the bed. Dragging the sheet back over her nude form he made sure to keep his eyes trained on a point just above her shoulder before tucking the sheet and fur blankets around her.

Glancing over her struggling form in the blankets he scratched the back of his head unsure of what to do in a situation like this. She was obviously having some kind of nightmare and she was far too intoxicated to really rouse her from her sleep for more than a heartbeat or two. Perhaps…No! Ramses shook his head to rid himself of the sudden idea. There was no way he would-! A sudden cry from Jade had him grimacing, a feeling very similar to pity welled up inside him and he groaned when another small whimper made its way out of her throat.

He hissed out in frustration, marching back into his study and into his bathing chamber he quickly looked around in search of something. Sweeping his eyes over the various lotions and oils his mother had stocked inside the room for his use, a small smile graced his lips when he found a small pot full of what he was looking for.

Making his way back to the fussy girl on his bed he uncovered the small bronze pot of lavender oil and flipped up the fur and sheets covering her feet. Dipping his fingers in the smoky and floral smelling oil he reached to rub her small feet like his father had when he was a child.

It was a nightly ritual that they had enjoyed together, he would wash up and proceed to go to bed when his father would come in and rub the expensive oil into his tender feet. As he relaxed his father would tell him of all the pharaoh's ongoing construction of new temples and buildings he had to help oversee in Memphis, he told him of the antics his troop would cause, they would laugh over the many arrogant things school master Abasi would boast about himself. His father would listen closely as he complained about how one boy in his class seemed to be better at something than he was and how he would work hard to show him up.

Ramses smiled pensively, they talked about so much and yet so little…there were so many things he should have asked about, but it hadn't seemed important then. Why would it? Everyone would like to think they would have their father for their entire lives, no one would ever imagine a stray arrow in their own troops daily practice would bring them to meet the Guardian of the Scales, Anubis so suddenly.

Jade stirred breaking him out of his solemn stupor. Her expression seemed much more relaxed…he looked down to see her body curled towards him while his hand rested lightly on her hip. When had that happened? He had been massaging her feet slowly working his way up towards her calves when he got lost in his thoughts…he was currently hunched over her still form with one hand pressed solidly against her waist while the other laid still on her thigh. Withdrawing both he wiped his hands on his tunic before shifting off the bed slowly to sit in a nearby wooden chair. Seating himself silently, he thought perhaps it would be best to meet all those women his mother was so eager on introducing him to…

I stretched with a loud groan as I blinked the sleep from my eyes feeling like I rammed my head into a boulder at a dead run. Moaning, I rolled over on to my stomach and buried my face in the downy soft sheets that covered the thick reed mattress. I sighed when an unfamiliar scent tickled my nose, it was similar to sage with a sweet undertone and a hint of musk. I frowned, I don't remember my bed ever smelling this good…as a matter of fact I don't ever remember it being this soft either, maybe Siranush did laundry? I rubbed my pounding head gently in confusion, what the heck happened to me now? Did I fall down again? Is that why I was resting in such a nice bed?

My eyes flew open and I quickly rolled onto my back to sit up on the bed. My head pounded in time with my pulse and I squinted my overly sensitive eyes to shield them from the harsh light filtering in the room that seemed to poke shards of glass in to my aching head.

"How are you feeling this beautiful morning?" A loud sardonic voice asked suddenly. I blinked then frowned when I saw the last person I felt like seeing sitting calmly in the chair next to the bed with an impassive expression on his face.

"What are you doing here?" I croaked out, unable to summon anymore force to interject in my question.

He crossed his legs and leaned back further in his chair to eye me for a moment before gesturing with a hand towards the doorway. "Do you remember what happened last night?"

"Huh?" I was confused…tightening the blankets around myself nervously, I wondered if there was there something I was supposed to remember? I stiffened when my bare arms brushed against my equally bare skin. Now, I know that isn't such a big deal seeing how it is myskin, but with him talking about things like 'last night' and 'remembering' and then discovering I was naked under these blankets what girl wouldn't start to panic!

"I-I-I'm I'm naked!" I blurted out, and a second later I felt my blood rush into my cheeks.

General Ramses didn't acknowledge my outburst and simply watched me before stating, "So your recollections are still unclear, I see."

I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. I just sat there looking like a talkative goldfish. He simply sat in his chair regarding me blankly. Suddenly my feelings of embarrassment and disorientation waned and were replaced with sheer outrage.

"You perverted fiend! What the hell did you do to me?" I screamed clutching the blankets like a life line.

He sighed heavily, "Clam yourself woma-"

"Don't tell me to be calm!" I shot back at him angry beyond belief. I held back a wince at my loud and piercing voice. It wouldn't bode well for me if he knew I felt like my mind took a trip through a paper shredder…

Inhaling deeply a clutched a hand to my head and softly groaned, "Please tell me we didn't-" I couldn't force myself to finish my sentence and felt a fist sized lump form in my throat. I was starting to remember bits and pieces of yesterday, like a drinking cup after cup of bitter wine. I even hazily remembered Acenath asking me to stay in the courtyard while she got help...I even remembered groping-!

I guess the General realized I remembered what happened last night because he smiled and said, "Ahh, I see you remember now."

I cringed before pitching myself face forward into the mattress to calm down and keep from throwing up my intestines. I felt like dying… And maybe I was dying. After all the world was spinning and my head felt like it was on the verge of exploding as my stomach felt like crawling up my throat.

Blinking back angry tears I breathed through my mouth shakily to steady my nerves and turned my head to look at General Ramses from under my lashes. He looked exasperated and tired, not like someone who had a one night stand…though then again I wouldn't know how one looks after…you know…

"Have you recalled the nights events yourself or must I remind you of your many sins against myself?" He asked annoyed. Scowling I told him he could 'shut up and die' under my breath. He said nothing, either not hearing my comment or choosing to ignore it.

It was silent for a few heartbeats when, "If you're worried that I made love to you last night you need not worry about that. I would not touch you even if the pharaoh himself ordered me to."

I frowned, make love? What kind of term was that? Carefully filing away the term I acknowledged that this guy was definitely old school… Wait a second! Then that means… "I'm still…a virgin?" I asked hope building in my core despite my queasy stomach.

He gave me a bewildered look before nodding, "Yes."

I reveled in that revelation for a few moments, I was so happy that I actually let the 'pharaoh commanding him' insult slide off my back. "I'm glad." I admitted out loud.

"How fortunate for you. I on the other hand have a soiled kilt and marred reputation that needs to be put to rights before this day is out." He narrowed his eyes at me.

I pouted, "And that has what to do with me exactly?"

"It has everything to do with you." He hissed.

Ignoring that for a moment I blew out a harsh breath of air, "Why are you even here?" I asked. He shot me a dirty look and mumbled something that sounded suspiciously close to the words 'troublesome woman'.

"I'm sorry. " I bit out sarcastically, "I didn't mean to cause your esteemed self any trouble, but thanks for looking after me." He curled up his lip while rubbed my temples and began to inch off the bed hoping he wouldn't try to frustrate or humiliate me any further.

"No, thank you for a stiff neck and aching back." He answered back with a bite.

I scowled, "Look I didn't ask you to take care of me! And where are my clothes!" I was angry, he could've let Siranush and Acenath help me out but noooo, he has to put me in his room and undress me like the big pervert he is!

"It wasn't my choice to keep you here. The slaves who cleaned you up thought it would be prudent to leave you in the capable hands of your lover!" He spat.

"What lover?" I asked disbelievingly.

"Apparently, it's been made known throughout the region that I've taken a slave girl as my lover. Besides, news travels fast, especially when it involves a noble's possible downfall." He stated bitterly.

I paused for a moment letting his words sink in, "I take it I'm 'the slave girl' and you're 'the noble'."

He gave me an exasperated stare that plainly said 'what clued you in Sherlock?'

My lips twisted in a disgusted grimace, "And you let them get away with saying things like that?"

He expression went stony, "The issue was out of my hands once the rumor passes the lips of the residence's servants into another beings ear, whom I have no authority over I might add. Things like this are like crop fires; once the field is lit it is hard to put out. Moreover, it is not like I can pay every gossiper in Egypt my weight in gold for a promise of silence that is sure to be easily broken at the first sign of personal gain."

Pushing aside the knowledge that he was rich enough to even offer one person his weight in gold I said, "If you were so important why didn't you stop those rumors from forming from the very beginning! I'm sure someone as powerful as you could have done it! You could've ordered the others to put me in my room, just like you could've let Acenath take care of me if you left me in the courtyard in the first place!" I griped.

"It's not as simple as you think slave."

Ignoring the 'slave' bit I asked cynically, "Oh, isn't it?"

"Yes, it isn't." He nearly growled, "If I had left you there in your intoxicated condition you would have been bitten by an Asp and you would be recovering from more than just an over indulgence of wine if the Gods happened at the time to look favorably on you; which I very much doubt. And even if there hadn't been an Asp poised to bite you, who knows what else might have happened to you. Knowing your stubborn disposition and idiotic tendencies you would probably have gone for a swim in the Nile with the crocodiles."

I glared at him and opened my mouth to argue when he narrowed his eyes and said, "Despite your misguided thoughts about me, I'll have you know that I'm a General and high ranking noble, an important human but human nonetheless. Others seem to forget that fact but it would do well for you to remember I cannot control every single thing that goes on around me, though I try."

He paused, "You on the other hand need to get it inside your uncomprehending mind that you are a slave, my slave and it is imperative you learn to keep your head down and know your place. Do not think to question my judgment and escape unscathed. You know as well as I do that in a battle of wills between us I will win. I always win." He finished his rant with a final glare at me before getting up and leaving me in the room by myself.

I steamed quietly, unwilling to admit he was probably right. Maybe he couldn't have shut everyoneup, but he could've tried!…And what the hell was an asp?

I stared at the bronze cup of steaming pungent smelling murky water before me. "What in god's name is that?"

Aline clapped a small hand over her nose as she peered into the cup from beside me, "Jahi said I had to make sure you drink it all up…but it doesn't look too yummy to me…"

I turned horrified eyes to Siranush who was standing quietly in the corner of the ancient kitchen, "I'm supposed to drink this?"

Her eyes were solemn as she answered me, "Acenath begged him to fix you something for your…illness…this morning. Jahi went to great lengths to prepare and keep it heated for you, it would be rude for you to turn down his thoughtfulness."

"Okay, I know when to be grateful for things…but what I want to know is what's in it." I swirled the watery contents of the cup around trying to discern just what gave it its murky gray-greenish color. My belly practically lurched at the thought of having to chug it down. I briefly toyed with the idea of simply crawling back into General jerkwad's bed that Siranush had quickly shoved me out of a little while ago to drag me to the kitchen for some of Jahi's home cooking. Deciding the thought was a bad idea I waited for Siranush to answer my question.

Siranush was silent for a few moments when she shrugged, "I'm not familiar with Egyptian healing customs. If we had been in Hittite you would have been given some plain vegetable broth with bread and been left abed."

"And it wouldn't have killed Jahi to consider that remedy instead?" I eyed the drink even more warily now when a sharp giggle had me rubbing my aching head.

I looked over to see Aline smile up at me with a grin I was begging to recognize that heralded trouble. "What do you know that I don't?" I sighed.

Her smile widened and I could see faint dimple appear at the corner of her pink lips, pinching a chubby cheek gently between my fingers I mocked growled, "Spill it munchkin or I'm making you drink the nasty stuff."

She giggled, "What's a munchkin?"

"Aline…" I dragged out her name tiredly, "…speak."

She patted my hand holding her cheek and said, "I don't know everything that he put in it, but I did see him use the left over water that the cabbage was sitting in to make it."

"Oh good, my favorite vegetable, the one that looks like a giant brussel sprout and tastes just about as appetizing as one." I muttered.

Pushing aside my disgust I lifted the cup warily, best to get it over with before I changed my mind…I took a breath before swallowing a large gulp. I sat absolutely still for a minute waiting for some instant headache relief when I had to press a hand to my mouth when the disgusting brew climbed back up my throat. Diving for the nearest empty pot I hurled the nasty broth and left over remnants of the cursed wine back out in into the small clay pot.

Finishing my retching I pressed my sweaty cheek against the cool rim of the pot "Never. Never again will I touch a cup of wine so long as I live…" I closed my eyes at the sound of Aline's badly disguised laughter. What I wouldn't do for some ibuprofen and a long nap…

Nakia watched the servants dump the last of the fragrant steaming water into her large bath passively. Waving her hand in the sign of instant dismissal she let out a long hiss as she sank into the hot bath water. Her muscles ached with fatigue and her head pounded like the hoof beats of galloping war horses. Indeed the magic of Kaskuh was not one to be trifled with, if she hadn't been trained in the arts of magic beforehand she would have been left to a fate far worse than a sore body and mind.

Walking through another person's thoughts and dreams was disorienting and time consuming. And to do so over a great distance made the feat even more difficult. Maintaining the necessary spiritual and mental connection had taken a toll on Nakia's aging body, a young priestess she was not but neither was she even halfway into her middle age. The aches and pains she felt told her enough that she would have to continue on practicing on those around her before attempting another try for the girl.

Nakia snapped her fingers and watched as the door to her bath creaked open to let in a blank faced guard. She held out a hand and the young man dropped his spear to the ground in order to clamber over to her and assist her out of her bath. Slipping her hand out of his relaxed grip Nakia stood stark naked in front of him to watch his face for a sign of coldness or disgust that always appeared when she was in the presence of those loyal to her son.

She smiled, pleased that the guard's face stayed perfectly blank. Tracing a finger lightly over his strong facial features she mused over the dream like look in his eyes, eyes that saw without seeing…eyes of a man under the deep enthrallment of Kaskuh's magic. Nakia relished the feeling of deep satisfaction in winning the god's favor, she hadn't thought she would be able to wield his powers like she was able to use her water magic in so short a time but she did. Now she only needed to master the finer details and the red haired girl would be back in the palm of her hand, and the best thing about it was she wouldn't even know!

Nakia cupped the man's check and laid a gentle kiss against it, once under the spell of the dream god a person's will was sapped from them and they were left in a hollow state that could only be filled by the will of the priest or priestess's own desires. Trapped in their own mind with their pleasant thoughts and dreams for company no one under the spell felt the need to fight back for control of their bodies. They seemed to be blissfully unaware…

The former Hittite queen frowned, she hadn't yet discovered a way to release them from the enchantment but she brushed the thought away with an annoyed sound. Releasing them of her will was inconsequential to her, she needed more obedient subordinates and she would kill the red haired girl anyhow, so the option of freedom was an unneeded concern to worry about.

Walking past the dazed guard she threw on her favorite robe and contemplated her next move. Pressing a finger to her lips she thought for a few moments, though last night hadn't done more than let her reach the girl for but a few moments at least she knew she could reach her…but until she could get a firm hold on to her or someone around her she was left in the palace with naught much to do but practice. Nakia's eyes lit up with amusement, and practice she would…

I really hate that I leave you guys for so long after cranking out a really good chapter but I was really stuck on this one and didn't really know how I wanted to really start connecting the characters. I know, I'm a sucky writer…Thank god I don't get paid for this otherwise my editor would kill me… But I've already started the next chapter so you won't have to wait so long and now that I have a lot more free time on my hands I can really get down to writing more.

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