MEMOIRS OF A CONCUBINE
Author's Note: Sorry It's been a while. Please read and review. ENJOY!
As always, I don't own YGO or the characters in the Manga or
TV Series.
I I awoke this morning to find my beloved Pharaoh draped over my body- ---fast asleep. I found myself carefully examining his physical features once more-----so lean, so taut, yet well sculpted! I took special care to examine his tender sleeping face----Youthful and supple possessing neither blemish or wrinkle. I found his face to be surprisingly serene and unmarred by the stresses of ruling his kingdom. His breath was deep and rhythmic as I felt the rising and falling of his chest. I think he may have been dreaming. About what? I am only left to wonder. As much as I desired to express my emotions for him, I could not bear the thought of awakening him.
Together we lay there for what seemed like an eternity------that is until we were both jolted by the wild shrieks and cries of servants echoing throughout the palace corridors! A royal guard came pounding on the door of Yami's chambers. First begging the Pharaoh's pardon, he went on to explain the commotion. Oh no! It was Jasmine!!!
Apparently while Jasmine was taking a morning stroll through the garden---as she often did, she had been bitten on her foot by an asp. The physicians could not reach her in time, but when they finally did they discovered a small scroll of papyri which read: "THE HONEY IS SWEET, BUT THE BEE HAS A STING!" I observed my lover's face transform itself from tender serenity to absolute shock and distress instantaneously. I attempted to comfort Yami with my embrace, but he simply shock his head and silently stepped from his chambers.
I could plainly see that the sheer horror of the situation had completely overtaken him-------especially when he arrived in the garden. He slowly approached his young sweet concubine. Kneeling beside her, he look her lifeless body into his arms and buried his face in her chest. All the while as he remained there I did not hear him weep, but as he lifted his head to summon the embalmers, violet pools of water welled up within his eyes.
Tonight I spend alone within my own chambers as my Pharaoh mourns the memory of dear Jasmine. This day in the garden was a startling revelation for me. I had never seen Yami in such emotional distress before----- especialy as he held her in his arms. I never knew the type of relationship those two had------for Jasmine in her shyness preferred to keep her secrets. Yet, from my personal observations, a deep bond had obviously been shared. Whether or not the Pharaoh had actually taken Jasmine into his bed was inconsequential. Jasmine possessed such an aura of innocence---untainted by the struggles and catastrophes of this world. I believe that to Yami, she was a representation of all things pure, kind, and simple. As a result of her death, perhaps Yami feels as if somehow all things of their purity and innocence have been put to death as well.
My dear Yami, I too shall miss Jasmine's sweet untainted spirit------ we both shall miss her sorely.
Author's Note: Sorry It's been a while. Please read and review. ENJOY!
As always, I don't own YGO or the characters in the Manga or
TV Series.
I I awoke this morning to find my beloved Pharaoh draped over my body- ---fast asleep. I found myself carefully examining his physical features once more-----so lean, so taut, yet well sculpted! I took special care to examine his tender sleeping face----Youthful and supple possessing neither blemish or wrinkle. I found his face to be surprisingly serene and unmarred by the stresses of ruling his kingdom. His breath was deep and rhythmic as I felt the rising and falling of his chest. I think he may have been dreaming. About what? I am only left to wonder. As much as I desired to express my emotions for him, I could not bear the thought of awakening him.
Together we lay there for what seemed like an eternity------that is until we were both jolted by the wild shrieks and cries of servants echoing throughout the palace corridors! A royal guard came pounding on the door of Yami's chambers. First begging the Pharaoh's pardon, he went on to explain the commotion. Oh no! It was Jasmine!!!
Apparently while Jasmine was taking a morning stroll through the garden---as she often did, she had been bitten on her foot by an asp. The physicians could not reach her in time, but when they finally did they discovered a small scroll of papyri which read: "THE HONEY IS SWEET, BUT THE BEE HAS A STING!" I observed my lover's face transform itself from tender serenity to absolute shock and distress instantaneously. I attempted to comfort Yami with my embrace, but he simply shock his head and silently stepped from his chambers.
I could plainly see that the sheer horror of the situation had completely overtaken him-------especially when he arrived in the garden. He slowly approached his young sweet concubine. Kneeling beside her, he look her lifeless body into his arms and buried his face in her chest. All the while as he remained there I did not hear him weep, but as he lifted his head to summon the embalmers, violet pools of water welled up within his eyes.
Tonight I spend alone within my own chambers as my Pharaoh mourns the memory of dear Jasmine. This day in the garden was a startling revelation for me. I had never seen Yami in such emotional distress before----- especialy as he held her in his arms. I never knew the type of relationship those two had------for Jasmine in her shyness preferred to keep her secrets. Yet, from my personal observations, a deep bond had obviously been shared. Whether or not the Pharaoh had actually taken Jasmine into his bed was inconsequential. Jasmine possessed such an aura of innocence---untainted by the struggles and catastrophes of this world. I believe that to Yami, she was a representation of all things pure, kind, and simple. As a result of her death, perhaps Yami feels as if somehow all things of their purity and innocence have been put to death as well.
My dear Yami, I too shall miss Jasmine's sweet untainted spirit------ we both shall miss her sorely.