As children, we're all given rules as to what we are and are not permitted to do and say. Simple things, such as, don't cuss, and don't play with fire. Nadia and Gupta were given similar rules. But of a more grotesque, adult conquest. Don't fall to famine, provide yourself with enough water to supply your citizens in the harsh deserts for which you claim reign of. And the most important, don't fall in love.
It wasn't particularly that they weren't allowed to fall in love. They were, just as any human would have been able to. And they most certainly could fall in love. It was not a matter of emotion. Oh no. They could love. Most certainly. But that was not the issue.
The issue of love was between themselves and other nations. If one country were to fall smitten to the infectious seduction of another, it could only be fatal. For countries were not to love other nations in a way that would put their citizens in a position where they would have to suffer for the relations of the country where they lived, and another.
So yes. In a way, nations were "not allowed" to love. Some nations easily broke this rule, such as France and Spain. But they were good lovers and could easily convince their bosses with... demeaning activities.
However, one rule stood true no matter what. There was to be no marriage or affair between siblings. This was a set-in-stone rule. No one was to ever break it. This means that Belarus couldn't marry her brother even if he said yes. It's just that no one has been brave enough to tell her this yet.
And this is where the issue comes into play for Egypt and Libya.
In today's culture and society, incestrial love is frowned upon and seen as disgusting. However, a few thousand years ago, in the prime of Egypt's empire, this was not an issue. In fact, many of the pharaohs, ancient Egyptian rulers, married their cousins, sisters, and even aunts. It was not at all perceived as odd or politically incorrect. This was mainly because every King, Queen, and the members of their nuclear family had to be royal.
And back in Egypt's prime, he began to see his sister blossom, as she began to grow and change into a beautiful woman. A woman that the young country couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of. And then, one night, he finally gained the confidence he needed to tell her how he felt...
The air in the desert was drier than ever as the blazing sun flamed high in the sky. Half-naked men sweltered under the heat in Cairo. For as far as the eye could see, bare, blistering shoulders dotted the horizon, towing blocks and quarries of stone to the sight that would one day become the last standing of the Seven Wonders. The Great Pyramids of Egypt.
Gupta stood on the edge of a cliff, overlooking the job before him. In less than a year now, the 30-year project would be finished. Oh, how he had waited for that day. Gupta had come to observe the building of the project several times over the years. Since the landmark would forever represent his country, he wanted to make sure everything was done perfectly and in a respectable way that others would appreciate for years to come.
He heard a familiar voice that caused him to turn his head. And there she stood, the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She was curved, and had bushy eyebrows. She had wide shoulders, a bit like a man's, and a slightly large nose. Her breasts were none too plentiful, and her hips were not all that tempting. But it was her eyes. Oh her eyes made her gorgeous.
If his eyes were golden, then hers were the radiance of the sun. It was truly as if someone had melted gold and poured it into her eye sockets. They glimmered in the high sun of the mid afternoon as she stood before him in a light blue dress and matching hijab**.
Gupta couldn't help himself as his jaw dropped a bit in her beauty. The young girl blushed and looked to the sand beneath her feet. He walked to her and held her waist close. Whispering in her ear with hot breath, he trailed his fingers across her throat. "You're even more beautiful than you were last evening, my love." And with that, he kissed her lips softly. And his sister kissed back.
Egypt awoke next to his lover on the bed where they'd made love last night. At first, he was afraid and ready to fight. But when he assured himself everything was alright, he looked down at the beautiful body beside him.
She looked ransacked, but she smiled in her sleep. Her body was completely exposed to the morning light. In the sun's rays, her skin nearly glimmered as she lie down. Gupta could not help himself as he kissed down the tan skin of her breasts and down her stomach. He loved her body so much. To him, it was a better work of art than anything he'd ever seen.
She sleepily opened her eyes and smiled down at him. He was down, kissing her thighs as she awoke. She let out a small sigh of contentment. He smirked and came back up to her lips with his own. As they shared the passionate, soft kiss, they heard camels approaching.
((**hijab- search?hl=en&q=hijab&bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_cp.r_qf., &biw=727&bih=428&um=1&ie=UTF-8&tbm=isch&source=og&sa=N&tab=wi&ei=IZjgT-7gE6eZ6AG56qB_
A head piece Muslim women use to cover their hair in respect to men.))