Hey, I am so sorry that it's taken this long for me to post Chapter 3. As I
said, I have been working on finals, which I am halfway through now. After
my graduation on June 7th(yay!) I'll post more frequently. As always,
please R&R . Also, let me know what you would like to see happen in later
chapters.
Disclaimer- I don't own the Scorpion King…well, by now you know the rest of it.
Enjoy.
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She had been led to the royal sleeping chambers an hour before. Her iron chains had been replaced with ones of silver, and she was chained so that she could move freely about the room, but she could not leap over the edge of the balcony. Looking down she saw that jumping would have been fruitless anyways. The fall would not have been enough to end her life, but that it was high enough so that she would be too injured to run.
Myst stood at the window, looking out at the city. It was close to sunset, and the quickly fading light highlighted everything. The buildings seemed to glow orange in the light. She shook her head at the strangeness of this place, and began softly humming a song from her homeland.
"That song is pretty. I've never heard it before." She recognized the voice as that of Othias instantly. She whipped around.
He was lounging in a chair across the room from her, the bored expression that she had seen in the court now replaced by a calculating one. It was as if he was merely looking at a newly purchased beast and figuring her worth. Myst did not know which expression she disliked more.
"Aye, you would not have. It is from me homeland. I did not hear you enter."
He smiled softly, rising from the seat and starting to move towards her. "I can move silently when I wish to."
She stayed still while every instinct in her body screamed at her to back away. She would not allow him to see her fear. She knew what would happen if he discovered her what she was, so she forced down the change that usually accompanied fear this intense.
Othias stopped a few feet away from her and glanced out of the balcony window at the darkening sky. "What do you think of my beautiful Egypt?"
"It is….different….from what I am accustomed to." She willed herself to keep the change at bay, knowing that she was trembling slightly. This time she was unable to control her outward signs of fear.
"What is it like there?" He put a hand on her shoulder.
Myst closed her eyes, knowing that they betrayed her intense fear. She was trembling more, and fear clung in her throat, making her unable to speak.
Othias looked at the girl who stood there, her temper even overshadowed by her fear. He spoke softly and gently, moving his hand from her shoulder to grip her hand reassuringly. "Look at me."
She opened her eyes and met his intense gaze with her own. Something about his voice made her trust him, though every ounce of sense that she possessed told her not to.
"You have never been with anyone before, have you?"
Myst looked at the floor. Something about the kind tone of his voice made the woman who would have normally killed a man for such a question mumble softly, "Nay, I have not."
"Alright then. Would you like to talk for a while first then?"
She looked at him. He was the first person in her life to take her completely off guard. She nodded. "That would be nice."
Still holding her hand, he moved over to a small table in the corner of the room. He gestured for her to sit in one of the chairs.
As the king stood there talking to some slave woman, he watched from the balcony across from the royal sleeping chambers. He laughed softly as the fool comforted her and led her inside. Tonight would be the night that he would strike. Tonight would be the night that the fool would die.
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Author- So, do I still have your attention? The next chapter will be up ASAP. Thanks for your patience.
Disclaimer- I don't own the Scorpion King…well, by now you know the rest of it.
Enjoy.
________________________________________________________________________
She had been led to the royal sleeping chambers an hour before. Her iron chains had been replaced with ones of silver, and she was chained so that she could move freely about the room, but she could not leap over the edge of the balcony. Looking down she saw that jumping would have been fruitless anyways. The fall would not have been enough to end her life, but that it was high enough so that she would be too injured to run.
Myst stood at the window, looking out at the city. It was close to sunset, and the quickly fading light highlighted everything. The buildings seemed to glow orange in the light. She shook her head at the strangeness of this place, and began softly humming a song from her homeland.
"That song is pretty. I've never heard it before." She recognized the voice as that of Othias instantly. She whipped around.
He was lounging in a chair across the room from her, the bored expression that she had seen in the court now replaced by a calculating one. It was as if he was merely looking at a newly purchased beast and figuring her worth. Myst did not know which expression she disliked more.
"Aye, you would not have. It is from me homeland. I did not hear you enter."
He smiled softly, rising from the seat and starting to move towards her. "I can move silently when I wish to."
She stayed still while every instinct in her body screamed at her to back away. She would not allow him to see her fear. She knew what would happen if he discovered her what she was, so she forced down the change that usually accompanied fear this intense.
Othias stopped a few feet away from her and glanced out of the balcony window at the darkening sky. "What do you think of my beautiful Egypt?"
"It is….different….from what I am accustomed to." She willed herself to keep the change at bay, knowing that she was trembling slightly. This time she was unable to control her outward signs of fear.
"What is it like there?" He put a hand on her shoulder.
Myst closed her eyes, knowing that they betrayed her intense fear. She was trembling more, and fear clung in her throat, making her unable to speak.
Othias looked at the girl who stood there, her temper even overshadowed by her fear. He spoke softly and gently, moving his hand from her shoulder to grip her hand reassuringly. "Look at me."
She opened her eyes and met his intense gaze with her own. Something about his voice made her trust him, though every ounce of sense that she possessed told her not to.
"You have never been with anyone before, have you?"
Myst looked at the floor. Something about the kind tone of his voice made the woman who would have normally killed a man for such a question mumble softly, "Nay, I have not."
"Alright then. Would you like to talk for a while first then?"
She looked at him. He was the first person in her life to take her completely off guard. She nodded. "That would be nice."
Still holding her hand, he moved over to a small table in the corner of the room. He gestured for her to sit in one of the chairs.
As the king stood there talking to some slave woman, he watched from the balcony across from the royal sleeping chambers. He laughed softly as the fool comforted her and led her inside. Tonight would be the night that he would strike. Tonight would be the night that the fool would die.
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Author- So, do I still have your attention? The next chapter will be up ASAP. Thanks for your patience.