MEMOIRS OF A CONCUBINE
Author's Note: I don't own YGO or any of It's characters .
Last night I slept reasonably well considering my foreign surroundings. Perhaps it was my enormous bed with it's lavish softness and silken coverings----unlike my former pallet I shared with my younger sister. I pondered my future bedmate. I pondered the enormity of my bed----my thoughts went absolutely wild!!! I do not think that I could describe them as completely as I would like to, but as the days and nights press on and as long as I have breath I will try to. My grandmother------(Long gone to the Field of Reeds) once said that I would make a fine scribe to a King!!!!!! (Unfortunately, those positions were occupied by men.) But alas, irony-----I am now but a mere concubine to a king!!!!! (God's be thanked, a very attractive king !!!!) It is quite rare that a woman such as myself could read and write. My grandmother considered it a gift that I was such a quick study for it was she who tutored me----in secret-----for fear that my parents would discover the truth------her secret and the dear price that she (my grandmother) paid in order to obtain this rare and costly gift. Had I been born a son obviously there would be no questions asked and I would indeed become a scribe instead of His Majesty's chamber maid!!! I could immediately reveal my scholastic aptitudes to the Pharaoh, perhaps in a personal attempt to be recognized for my talents instead of my physique. However, I am afraid that by doing so, I will stir up the waters, dredging up those dark secrets which will demand some answers. Those answers could cost me my life!!!! So for now I will choose to hold my tongue and allow the events of these passing days to play out. Yet, as they do, I will continue to keep an account of my life within these palace walls----however lengthy or brief it may be. Hopefully, some day when I too have long passed into the Field of Reeds, I too will be remembered. In Egypt, we build great monuments to remember our rulers-----my writings are MY monument for my remembrance. I would even go so far as to say that my writings cloud even be inscriptions within the walls of my own tomb considering that the discovery of them could result in my dearth. Perhaps my writings will remain secret as I live out my days being driven into an eternal euphoria by an indulgent, pleasure driven Pharaoh!!! Either way, I will be remembered-------in this life, or the next!!!
Author's Note: I don't own YGO or any of It's characters .
Last night I slept reasonably well considering my foreign surroundings. Perhaps it was my enormous bed with it's lavish softness and silken coverings----unlike my former pallet I shared with my younger sister. I pondered my future bedmate. I pondered the enormity of my bed----my thoughts went absolutely wild!!! I do not think that I could describe them as completely as I would like to, but as the days and nights press on and as long as I have breath I will try to. My grandmother------(Long gone to the Field of Reeds) once said that I would make a fine scribe to a King!!!!!! (Unfortunately, those positions were occupied by men.) But alas, irony-----I am now but a mere concubine to a king!!!!! (God's be thanked, a very attractive king !!!!) It is quite rare that a woman such as myself could read and write. My grandmother considered it a gift that I was such a quick study for it was she who tutored me----in secret-----for fear that my parents would discover the truth------her secret and the dear price that she (my grandmother) paid in order to obtain this rare and costly gift. Had I been born a son obviously there would be no questions asked and I would indeed become a scribe instead of His Majesty's chamber maid!!! I could immediately reveal my scholastic aptitudes to the Pharaoh, perhaps in a personal attempt to be recognized for my talents instead of my physique. However, I am afraid that by doing so, I will stir up the waters, dredging up those dark secrets which will demand some answers. Those answers could cost me my life!!!! So for now I will choose to hold my tongue and allow the events of these passing days to play out. Yet, as they do, I will continue to keep an account of my life within these palace walls----however lengthy or brief it may be. Hopefully, some day when I too have long passed into the Field of Reeds, I too will be remembered. In Egypt, we build great monuments to remember our rulers-----my writings are MY monument for my remembrance. I would even go so far as to say that my writings cloud even be inscriptions within the walls of my own tomb considering that the discovery of them could result in my dearth. Perhaps my writings will remain secret as I live out my days being driven into an eternal euphoria by an indulgent, pleasure driven Pharaoh!!! Either way, I will be remembered-------in this life, or the next!!!