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On to the Fic!
Telita sat idly on a bed.The room she was in was dark, a candle flickered in the corner.She was waiting for the Pharoah to come in and rest, she had already prepared his bed and new clothes for the next day.Hesitantly she got up and went to the window, the sun was falling which meant it was somewhere around 8 o'clock. She still had time to pack and wait in the garden....but she still had not made the decision. Yes, she wanted to be with Marik, no, she did not want to be always on the run. The door slamed open, and an angry Pharoah walked in.He kicked off his sandles, and sat in a chair. Telita bowed and placed his sandles by the wall."Good evening Pharoah." she said repectfully.
"Hmph, and a good evening it was." he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"May I ask what has you angry?" Telita asked timidly.
"Angry?" he hissed "I 'm angry at those foolish advisors!"
Telita felt it was not the best ideas to push the matter."I have prepared your bed and clothes"
The Pharoah got up and sat on his bed "Very well, proceed."
Telita thought little of her next task, for she was trained to do it since she was nine. She removed his gold neck band and armlets.The she took off his crown and placed it by the other things on his night table.Then came the part she liked least.She blew out the candle so the room was pitch black, then she made her way back to the bed and slid his tunic off. She folded it and placed it in a basket that had clothes due for washing.
"Good night Pharoah" Telita said quietly
The Pharoah called her back. "You know what the advisors did to anger me?"
"No my pharoah..." she said talking to the darkness.
"They chose a wife for me"
"Does my Phaoroah like her?"
"She is a heartless bitch." Telita flinched at his cold words."But you know whom I'd rather have?" he asked
Telita wanted to leave, but her duty was the Pharoah, if she left she would be breaking a rule."Who?" she asked afraid for the answer.
"You." There was a hand on her shoulder.
Telita gasped, "Pharoah! You must remain in bed! you are not decent!"
"As long as you can't see me you are not breaking any rules." He whispered in her ear
"B..but Pharoah...!" she said again trying to edge towards the door.
Slight lemon here! warning If you don't want to read on then just zoom through until you see more bold letters.
The Pharoah threw her into the bed, and lay ontop of her, pressing her down."Don't worry i'll be easy on you." he said begining to rip off her clothes.
"No!" she yelled struggling under his weight "Please, no..!" The Pharoah chuckled
"I'll make you mine." he said kissing her.
No! this can't be happening! I love Marik! Not the Pharoah! Telita thought desperately.
She could tell he was positioning himself, "No! Marik! Help me!" she cried out
The pharoah froze."Who is Marik?" he asked coldly.
"He's my lover! I love him ,not you!" She screamed at him, even if he was the Pharoah.
Okay! all done. Nothing happened! just...you know, almost.
"I see" he said even more colder. He got up. "Leave."
Telita was happy to obey, she ran out the door, to the shack where all the servants slept.She touched the doorknob, and realized what state her clothes where in. The servants would know what had happened if she walked in like this.Tears came to her eyes. What if he hadn't stopped...she would be..Marik would be..She began sobbing, her tears flowed down her cheeks, once again staining her torn dress a darker color than before.She ran, aimlessly, past the guards, past the advisors, and then, she fell in the mud (Is there mud in egypt?)And worst of all, it began raining.Now if she where a farmer, and had crops dying, due to the lack of rain, she would of rejoiced!But seeing her in her state now, made the situation worse.The lightining flared across the black sky, lighting the world for a few brief seconds, and then dying down.A voice interupted her heavy sobs.
"Telita, what's wrong?"
Telita turned to the voice."Marik?" she asked in between a sob
Marik appeared through the rain completly soaked. "Telita!" he knealed down and gathered her in his arms."I thought you wern't going to come..." He stared at her torn dress. "What happened?" he asked quietly
She burst out into sobs again "Oh, Marik!" she wrapped her arms around him "The Pharoah..he..I ..He tried to, Im sorry Marik!" she cried from his back.Marik pulled her so she was facing him.
"Did he hurt you?"
"A little"
"Did he take you?" Telita shook her head. Marik smiled "Im glad." He embraced her nuzzling her wet hair.Telita hugged Marik back, her crying stopped.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"
The couple turned, and stared into the cold eyes, of the Pharoah.
M.T.-Hoho! A cliffhanger me Matey!
Marik-Are you okay?
M.T.- Of course me lad!"
Telita-She just finished watching "The Pirates of the Carribiean"
Marik- O.o;;;;; Oh dear.....
Telita- We should leave her alone.
Both- (Inch back through door)
M.T.- Arrr. R&R!