AN: Thank you everyone for taking the time to click a link to take you this this story. This is my first time writing yuri fanfiction, so I hope you all like it. Points of View will switch each chapter from Ryou's 1st Person to 3rd person. Thank you.

It was a terribly hot day outside of the palace. The slaves were not exempt from working in the scorching, unforgiving sun that blazed like a horrible fireball in the sky. As if the burning wasn't bad enough, if the slaves worked even a second too slow, the vicious sting of the whips were sure to get them moving again. It was only when the Gods decided to unleash the utmost unmerciful weather that the slaves were, at last, given a day off. Well, the guards at least gave a vacation to those who worked in the fields.

Slaves like me, ones that worked in the palace, never had a day off. The kitchen hands worked tirelessly, scrambling and working themselves to near death. The servants would spend hours cleaning one piece of furniture, for if even a speck of dirt were to be found, a beating would await them. Even the priests, divine yet mortal, had to foresee the royal court every single day. As for myself, though I never had to really do any physical labor, my job was just as tedious and I don't think I can remember the last time my mind has been at ease.

For some reason, the other slaves seem to be envious of me. It puzzles me; what is it about me that there is to be envious of? My skin is a milky tone, not born of this land but from a Kingdom that used to be in the North. A kingdom where my royal family once lived in a palace where I was birthed. I suppose that my proper title would be a princess, but honestly I find it laughable to have someone compare me with such a thing now. Once pampered, now a peasant, I'm considered among the lowest worms in this entire kingdom. It is odd now, that the color of the people who used to be my own servants are now the color of my captors who treat me like their own servants. With misplaced malice and disgust, these people view me as my family once viewed their people: as one of the lower class. I'd laugh at the irony, if my laughter did not sound so bitter and maniacal.

This cold war of color was what had gotten me into this mess in the first place. Each kingdom had their defined race, with the lowest class being a hue from the other side of the spectrum. The resulted social upsets caused the two Kingdoms to become very bitter with one another. It was a bitterness that caused rebels from each kingdom to sneak into the other territory, freeing slaves to bring them to a home where there would be desired. Soon, officials began to notice the issues and many arrests were held. At last, the former Pharaoh, Aknamkanon, approached my father to discuss the situation. They came to terms with an agreement that they would start using their own lower class as servants and would release all current slaves and give them as many equal rights as a commoner. Aknamkanon kept his side of the bargain, but my father, thinking he was sly, only released half of our slaves from their masters. To say the least, Aknamkanon was not pleased at all, and promptly sent out an order to raid our kingdom as punishment for the breach of contract.

When my father was at last confronted, he decided to make another bargain with Aknamkanon. To give up his one and only daughter, as long as he could keep the current slaves. (According to him, they were so good around the palace, and he just couldn't afford to let them go.) Aknamkanon grudgingly agreed and my coward of a father shook his hand in agreement. I truly wish I could end this tale here and leave my father with some dignity to hold onto in the afterlife, but my suffering didn't begin yet. The transfer was settled and the Princess of the Northern Kingdom was promptly tied up and set on a horse to follow Aknamkanon and his troops back to the kingdom.

When my father slapped the steed to get it moving, I was fast asleep in bed. How could this paradox be? Why, my dear wise father sent a slave in my place. He had covered her from head to toe in flour as if that would fool her own people into thinking she was one of us. Needless to say, it wasn't long before Aknamkanon came storming back in anger at my father's last betrayal. He showed no mercy as his army took on our own and took over our kingdom. I remember being so tiny and small, looking out my window in tears as I saw the foundations of the castle start to be lit on fire. If not for my screams of terror, no one would have flown up the flights of stairs to burst into my room and surround me with spears.

At that point I promptly fainted, and the rest is a blur. I was captured by the Pharaoh's guards and kept against my will for seven long torturous years. But it was only in the last three years that I was actually put to work as a concubine for the present Pharaoh, Atemu. I was only eleven when I first started my job, so of course I was simply clueless. I was taught to honor my Pharaoh, and my services included touching- and on some occasions licking and sucking- his…penis. Needless to say, I was horrible at the job, and I still am.

It's not like the only thing I'm required to do is perform sexual favors. That would be easy. I did work in the kitchens from time to time. It was slightly insulting that the kitchen maids demanded I wash my hands for so long. It was if they thought I would poison the food if I even grazed a fingertip across it, much less prepare a meal with it.

Despite all my social shortcomings in the palace, I did manage to have one friend. Mana, a young girl around my age that trained under Mahado with aspirations of becoming a great sorceress. She was the only one I knew that didn't look at me up and down with her nose screwed up in disgust. Whenever we both finished with our duties, we would meet up to talk, laugh, and play with each other's hair.

Today was our bi-daily bathe in precious oils that was mandatory for both of us. It benefited Mana to repower her Ka, and I had to be in it because it made me smell nice, thus enhancing my appeal to the Pharaoh (and hopefully distracting him for the fact that I was accidentally carving out teeth marks into his crotch in my befuddlement). Out of both humility and respect, I always waited for Mana to come into the bath before I went in.

I sat next to the tempting tub of heated oils in rags I'd dare not call clothes. I dipped my hand into the concoction in wonder and sighed in bliss. This was my time to relax and melt away all the troubles that pent up in my stressed body. Where was Mana?

To speak of Ammut, the door to the chamber opened and Mana ran in, attacking me with one of her signature bone crushing hugs. I gasped in surprise and returned her hug with the same enthusiasm in my glee.

"Where were you Mana?" I asked.

Mana huffed as she impatiently started to unhook her skirt. "Master made me stay some more so he could give me another boring speech." Mana's small breasts bounced gently as she tugged her shirt away to throw it aside in annoyance. She pulled her skirt down the rest of the way as she continued. "And then… Ishizu stopped me to talk."

I tilted my head as I started to take my own shirt off. "What did she talk to you about?" I asked as I struggled to get the too tight cloth off my chest. Mana watched me intently, as though she didn't hear my question just staring as I fought a losing battle with the stupid shirt. Finally, with a rip that burned my ears, I ended up with a nasty rag in each hand and a piece of cloth that slid down my back and onto the floor. I stumbled back in surprise and my breasts lept up forcefully before smacking against each other once the way back down. I groaned and rubbed them gingerly, as if scolding their jailbreak. Mana began to giggle.

"Oh Ryou," she started teasingly. "You and your monster boobs."

I sniffed, and glared sidelong at her playfully. "Oh really? You want to trade then?"

I regretted the statement when Mana's eyes glinted as if saying, "I certainly do," then leaping forward and began pulling at my breasts violently.

"OOOW! HEY, HEY, HEY!" I moaned, putting my hands on her wrists. I had begun to pant. "I was only kidding!"

With a giggle, Mana removed her hands and my minor heart attack subsided. She stepped up onto the stool and sank her leg into the pool. Mana sighed happily as she sank into the luscious oil. She lifted her arms and stretched, her chocolate skin shining thanks to the oil lamp above. I waited patiently for her to allow me in as well.

Sure enough, she motioned for me to come and I followed her motions, sinking opposite of her. Sighing, I sank low and let the oil go up to my shoulders. I was expected in the Pharaoh's chambers by dark-fall. Truth be told, I was not looking forward to it.

Mana noticed my depressed disposition and grinned forcefully. "Hey Ryou!" she chirped. "Want to see me practice some of my magic?"

I smiled softly at the mischievous sorceress in training. "As long as you don't set the bath on fire," I teased.

Kicking me playfully, Mana took a deep breath and pointed her index finger at a lavender candle close to me. "Ignite!" she cried.

My jaw dropped in surprise as it lit up, filling the room with a sweet scent. I sniffed it in and sighed. "It smells good~" I praised happily.

With another giggle, Mana cracked her knuckles and put both of her hands in the air, waving them about like a preacher. "Inferno!"

My eyes sparkled in joy as every candle in the room lit up, drowning the room in a delicious, albeit slightly overbearing, aroma. The flames brightened the room and chased the darkness away, along with my sadness. "Mana!" I exclaimed. "It's gorgeous."

Mana cackled and set the wand down beside her as she relaxed. I sighed, before thinking back to what we were doing the before. Then, I remembered the question that Mana had never answered. "So," I began. "What was it that Ishizu talked to you about?" I looked as her as I spoke so that she couldn't pretend that she had not heard me this time.

Almost immediately Mana's disposition changed and she became nervous. I mirrored her emotions, and leaned forward intently. "Well…" started Mana. "I think she's being unreasonable."

My heart leaped. I knew nothing regarding what this was about, but the curdling in my stomach told me that it wouldn't be good for me if it made even optimistic-Mana feel unpleasant. "Unreasonable about what?" I asked anxiously, my hands curling into fists underneath the oil.

Mana looked away, staring intently at a beetle that skittered across the wall. "She told me to be careful laround you," she mumbled.

I furrowed my eyebrow and frowned. "What…? Am I supposed to hurt you or something? I- I would never hurt you! Why should you be careful?"

Mana turned back at me, her lower lip quivering. She suddenly cried out and threw herself on me, sobbing painfully. "Ryou! Ryou! No- I'm sorry!" she screeched.

Surprised, I patted her back to try and get her to calm down. Sweet Ra, what was this about? "Mana! Find your head! What did she say?"

Mana pulled back and sniffed. "I-Ishizu doesn't want me to hang around you anymore."

What? No. That couldn't possibly be. My ears had beetles running through them. That couldn't be right. I inhaled sharply and clung to her shoulders, my nails threatening to delve into her skin, morphing myself with Mana so that no one could keep us apart. "No…" I said, swallowing away the lump in my throat. "She can't do that…"

Mana sniffed. "I was so mad, I told her I wanted her to talk to you when you finished your, your….your…"

"Duties?" I finished, becoming melancholy again. Why was Ishizu being so cruel? Was it because I was the Pharaoh's pet? Did I look at her wrong or over-season her food? Ishizu was one of the Pharaoh's priests, but she had a mild temper, and it was nothing like the angry and mean-spirited Priest Seth. Why would she tell Mana-

Whoa. Wait. Mana arranged for me to talk to a priest. Me. Talk to a priest? What would I SAY? "MANA!" I screamed in horror , pushing her to the edge of the pool, practically on top of her naked body. "YOU TOLD HER I WOULD TALK TO HER?"

Mana shrieked in distress when I shook her. "B-But you shouldn't need to worry!" she reasoned. "You can manage to talk to the pharaoh without being stricken! That's charisma!"

"Charisma isn't having genitals in my mouth," I hissed in anguish.

Mana laughed awkwardly. "W-Well once you're done she wants to meet you in the throne room, so you can't just bail on her... Can I wash you now?" she asked, changing the subject.

I puffed my cheeks out in fret, but begrudgingly turned around to let Mana do as she wanted. She picked up a glob of oil and massaged my scalp, running her greasy fingers through my hair to coat it well. Then, taking the lavender candle, Mana tipped it carefully over the tips of my hair to gather a small pool. Quickly, she added the oil and made a sort of thick creamy perfume. She cooled the mixture a bit, so that it wouldn't burn me, and then applied it onto my neck and pulse points to make the aroma emanate with each pound of my heart.

I repeated the process with her, but burned my fingertips a little when I tried to apply the perfume onto her. This made Mana smile a little, and she kissed my wounded fingertips as I whined. At last, Mana finished me up by summoning a single rose and affixed it to my hair. We were all done. For Mana, it was time for her to spend the rest of the day frolicking about the courtyard and practicing her magic. And as for me…

It was time for me to start pleasing the Pharaoh.

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