A Pharaoh's Duties

The next day, Atemu was fast asleep inside his keep, allowing his sleeping time to be his entire day. For it was nothing but a morn for him every hour to feel dead on the inside. He seeks adventure, and his royal acupuncturist whom he entrusted with himself didn't see anything wrong. He felt drizzled when hearing that, and didn't bother to get up that morning because of it. The knocking sounds again went on his door a third time, but Atemu didn't get up once or bother to see whom was pressing on the door this hour.

The dawn had awoken on that day light, and the skies were awake before Atemu. Normally he'd be awake already, but his bed seemed to call to him everyday now, and he didn't know what was wrong with being bed rested all day. His followers however, worried for him every day because of this unusual behavior he was doing. Instead, of waiting for him to opening his doors, his priests came inside anyways to see how he was doing and why he hadn't gotten up by now. Isis this time came in with Leopard and the two walked over to the bed in which Atemu laid inside.

They watched for a second, and looked down upon their king who had his pillow over his face along with the thin sheets that dwell there. Leopard closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his noses, at his cousins display of leadership, as Isis had a terrible fear look when she didn't know what to feel seeing her pharaoh this way. "Maybe he's depressed?" Leopard said with his accent that seemed to be weirdly off. He was coming over from his sickness he had been given when he was out doing his daily routines, and laid in a poison bush that kept his bed rested for weeks.

"I don't know if he is, but he's been like this since yesterday." Isis told Leopard.

"Perhaps, he needs fresh air then."

Leopard removed the sheets from Atemu's bed, and the pillow he was holding into, as Atemu's hair was messed up as he opened one eye, in a pinch. He saw Leopard and Isis hovering over him like two planets, trying to Aline with one another. He then grunted, and whined from this when Leo did so, and tried to take the pillow back. "Leave me." Atemu stated, once when he tried to take it. "As if, my lord. You need to get up right now." He protested, and kept the pillow away, backing up some, so he couldn't grab it.

Atemu huffed, and scuffled his nose in irritation, as they felt the vibration around the room come. They looked around, and didn't know what was going on, but soon realize it was Atemu and Leopard rushed over quickly and fell down on him. Atemu eyes widened, and he narrowed them quickly as he tried to push him off of him. Leopard stayed on, as he got up and they rolled around, trying to get onto another. "I'll get off when you get up!" He yelled, and Atemu screamed, with aggressiveness from his cousin's little childish games. "Okay! But get off of me!" He shouted once more, as Leopard then smiled happily, and got off as he got up from the ground.

Isis then went over to help Atemu up, and she gently picked him up and dusted him off with her hands. Atemu moved over as he didn't wish to be help like a child and ran his fingers through his hair with a yawn added into it from his sleep. He looked over at his window, and soon discovered that it was merely the dawn of the day, his face felt a reddish streak and then he looked at them as he wanted to get upset. "You woke me up and it's not even the dawn of the day!" He told them both. Isis said nothing as she felt embarrassed and ashamed by it, but Leopard on the other hand felt no regrets.

"Of course we did! This is the hour the king is suppose to wake. You have tons of stuff to do today." He exclaimed.

"There's dubbing the Royal courts, then hearing the praises of the people, then walking to the peak and giving your people the wave of love, then at noon you have bath, royal meetings with the 8 kingdoms, then at hour til, you have another bath, praises again, hearing the people's cries, negotiations, royal plannings, and hand shakes with the prime ministers!" Leopard exclaimed happily.

Atemu felt miserable hearing the list of duties and things he had to do, when Leopard said that. He walked over to his bathroom area, as his maids rushed inside and removed his clothes for him. I'm doing so, Isis walked out the room, and Leopard continued to follow Atemu to the bathroom. He then felt the warmth of his bath as it was already run for him, and his maids started to do his hair, eyes, and pick out his outfit for the day. Atemu you felt trapped, that was the word, he wished to use for himself, inside a dome that was only the same altercations from day to day.

He missed something, being held, and being affected by someone, his father was once that man. Yet now, he wanted something from someone else. It made him think on it, while he laid there in the tub that was hot with stream coming from it, somewhat listening to Leopard go on and on, about his plans for him today. Leo was in charge of the duties, and making sure Atemu got there in time, he did sometimes have trouble getting Atemu to do these things, when all Atemu wanted to do that day, was be alone to himself. It felt sad watching it, but understood the alone time he seek.

"Oh! You also, have the village walk today as well. You must go to the village and listen to your people and show your presence to those people who love you. Did you get all of that?" Leopard asked him. Although he felt Atemu wasn't listening to a single word he just said, his irritation peaked at a all time high.

" I hope you was! Because I am Not repeating myself! Hmph." He walked off snapping his fingers to his own guards who followed Leopard out of his room and down the hallways towards the courtyard.

Atemu open his eyes, and wish to cry from all those rules and regulations he couldn't escape from. Being a pharaoh for his people was like being a slave to the ruler who controlled you. You get no freedom, no time alone, being controlled by your actions and who you get to eat and bath. This life in which he lived was more than he could bare. In some ways, he felt overwhelmed with these wishing to be replaced by someone who wanted to do all these undying things. Not Atemu you though, this wasn't something he had in mind, when he got up from the tub.

His maids then put silky oil on his body, as he felt the chill run down his spine. The coldness of the oil, and how it made his skin shimmer and glow, like he was an angel. Staring out his window, feeling them rub around his ankles, his legs, and shoulders, chest and arousal he showed no expression what so ever. Watching the sun arise on this day, he closed his eyes and wish to fall backwards into the ocean, drowning in his own sorrow, at least that's what he wish yet he knew would never come true. Time and time again, when he step out of the bath and his maids watched him.

He was already clean and shining like a beacon now thanks to what they've done. He wasn't a God, and being controlled by royalist and his blood line that in which he should be protected at all cost, meant he was selling himself to his kingdom. Giving his loyalty to people that would true him only like a ruler and fear him out of power and distaste for the Kingdom itself. Atemu then felt his heart start to slow down more often, and the gulp inside his throat that didn't seem to go down, he wish to throw back up. Feeling a small deep tear start to tremble from the corner of his eyes, down his cheeks, he blinked to stop it and stared at the horizon.