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The Sariqas were well practiced in infiltrating homes, though this was one of the more daring things they’d pulled in a while. With guards subdued in other parts of the house, the thieves were more or less free to do what they liked - at least for a little while. Faces masked, footsteps nearly silent, the members of the group seeped into the room, unnoticed by those inside for the first few seconds they were there. Akhmad slipped around the room, plunging the members of his group into protective darkness so that Khanh, despite his size, could not be seen in the gloom.
Cries of confusion and alarm rang around the room and beneath the mask drawn across his face, leaving only his eyes visible, Khanh grinned. Whilst Akhmad moved in silence, taking any and all jewels that struck his fancy, Khanh slipped to the side, dismantling this guard with a simple twist of the neck, silencing him forever, and then that guard, on the other side of the doorway, killing him too. He did not allow the men to fall, but caught them and sat them against the wall so that, in the utter darkness, they would not be immediately noticed. His primary concern was not the actual theft, but of making sure that they’d be able to get away with it and leave when they wanted to.
With his khopesh, a wicked looking sword with a curved blade, at his hip, ready to be drawn at a moment’s notice, and a dagger at his other side, he did not have much fear of any of these soft nobles coming for him. As soon as he’d dismantled these guards, there would be very little danger at all. There was one person here that he’d expected to see, and there, in the center of the room, looking as beautiful as he’d remembered, was Nia. Now wasn’t exactly the time to renew the old acquaintance and he ignored her as he moved through the ever increasing shadows, taking out one guard at a time, working as quickly and silently as he’d done all his life.
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The Sariqas were well practiced in infiltrating homes, though this was one of the more daring things they’d pulled in a while. With guards subdued in other parts of the house, the thieves were more or less free to do what they liked - at least for a little while. Faces masked, footsteps nearly silent, the members of the group seeped into the room, unnoticed by those inside for the first few seconds they were there. Akhmad slipped around the room, plunging the members of his group into protective darkness so that Khanh, despite his size, could not be seen in the gloom.
Cries of confusion and alarm rang around the room and beneath the mask drawn across his face, leaving only his eyes visible, Khanh grinned. Whilst Akhmad moved in silence, taking any and all jewels that struck his fancy, Khanh slipped to the side, dismantling this guard with a simple twist of the neck, silencing him forever, and then that guard, on the other side of the doorway, killing him too. He did not allow the men to fall, but caught them and sat them against the wall so that, in the utter darkness, they would not be immediately noticed. His primary concern was not the actual theft, but of making sure that they’d be able to get away with it and leave when they wanted to.
With his khopesh, a wicked looking sword with a curved blade, at his hip, ready to be drawn at a moment’s notice, and a dagger at his other side, he did not have much fear of any of these soft nobles coming for him. As soon as he’d dismantled these guards, there would be very little danger at all. There was one person here that he’d expected to see, and there, in the center of the room, looking as beautiful as he’d remembered, was Nia. Now wasn’t exactly the time to renew the old acquaintance and he ignored her as he moved through the ever increasing shadows, taking out one guard at a time, working as quickly and silently as he’d done all his life.
The Sariqas were well practiced in infiltrating homes, though this was one of the more daring things they’d pulled in a while. With guards subdued in other parts of the house, the thieves were more or less free to do what they liked - at least for a little while. Faces masked, footsteps nearly silent, the members of the group seeped into the room, unnoticed by those inside for the first few seconds they were there. Akhmad slipped around the room, plunging the members of his group into protective darkness so that Khanh, despite his size, could not be seen in the gloom.
Cries of confusion and alarm rang around the room and beneath the mask drawn across his face, leaving only his eyes visible, Khanh grinned. Whilst Akhmad moved in silence, taking any and all jewels that struck his fancy, Khanh slipped to the side, dismantling this guard with a simple twist of the neck, silencing him forever, and then that guard, on the other side of the doorway, killing him too. He did not allow the men to fall, but caught them and sat them against the wall so that, in the utter darkness, they would not be immediately noticed. His primary concern was not the actual theft, but of making sure that they’d be able to get away with it and leave when they wanted to.
With his khopesh, a wicked looking sword with a curved blade, at his hip, ready to be drawn at a moment’s notice, and a dagger at his other side, he did not have much fear of any of these soft nobles coming for him. As soon as he’d dismantled these guards, there would be very little danger at all. There was one person here that he’d expected to see, and there, in the center of the room, looking as beautiful as he’d remembered, was Nia. Now wasn’t exactly the time to renew the old acquaintance and he ignored her as he moved through the ever increasing shadows, taking out one guard at a time, working as quickly and silently as he’d done all his life.
The finalization of the arrangements would be far yet, for Narmer still needed to properly see and have a chat with the lady Iaheru, but his sister-in-law could not argue with the logic of his thought process. The Hei Sheifa was known as one of the richest Hei's in Egypt, and there was no doubt that Hei Haikaddad could do with an injection of money at the moment. It was the only reason why Narmer was now in attendance, shifting uncomfortably in the khat Na'meah had dragged out for him, not liking the way it sat on his head. He was used to entering a war with nothing loosely fitting - but this was a fight of a different sort entirely, and not the normal physical one he had trained for his whole life.
A fight of words was a foreign battleground for Narmer, but he couldn't afford to lose. He smirked at Kissan's cheeky words, a brief moment of camraderie between uncle and nephew, before his attention was taken by the entrance of more people.
The man smiled as the lady of the saraaya made herself known, the hostess herself to such an exquisite event. He greeted both her children, and then pleasantly nodded at her as Iaheru positioned himself close to his elbow, Narmer managed a last warning glance at Kissan over the sirdett's head, before responding. "I am grateful at the invite, Sirdsett Iaheru. The journey was a fine one, and we are eager to begin tonight's activities." he murmured, following he lead until the bazaar manisfesting in the Sheifa complex came to view. A brief glance was enough for Narmer to confirm the opulent and vast richness that the Hei Sheifa had - he had not picked his target in mistake. It was a display of extravagance that Narmer would almost gape at, had he not mentally reminded himself to not show any outward reactions. The amount of decorations used would be enough to refurbish and upgrade his family saraaya twice over, not to mention buy his nieces and nephews a new wardrobe.
He needed the marriage to happen.
Mind immediately jumping to ways of how he could have such a conversation with the sirdsett without putting her guard up, as well as her daughter's, Narmer glanced down when he felt her arm drawing away, and then turned an attentive eye to the sirdsett, nodding in response. "Of course, it would be my pleasure to be of your assistance today, but..." he paused, and then casted a nervous glance back to the interior of the Hei's saraaya. "Is Sirdar Onuphrious unavailable for today's events?" Narmer asked carefully, knowing of the unsteady grounds still between both the sirdsett and her husband, along with the scandal that had erupted just a few months back regarding her eldest son and his paternity.
Before a proper response could be given however, Narmer turned when an approach of a lady was felt, only to fall into a bow from waist down when the Queen herself approached with a smile, before falling silent as he allowed the hostess to greet the Queen.
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The finalization of the arrangements would be far yet, for Narmer still needed to properly see and have a chat with the lady Iaheru, but his sister-in-law could not argue with the logic of his thought process. The Hei Sheifa was known as one of the richest Hei's in Egypt, and there was no doubt that Hei Haikaddad could do with an injection of money at the moment. It was the only reason why Narmer was now in attendance, shifting uncomfortably in the khat Na'meah had dragged out for him, not liking the way it sat on his head. He was used to entering a war with nothing loosely fitting - but this was a fight of a different sort entirely, and not the normal physical one he had trained for his whole life.
A fight of words was a foreign battleground for Narmer, but he couldn't afford to lose. He smirked at Kissan's cheeky words, a brief moment of camraderie between uncle and nephew, before his attention was taken by the entrance of more people.
The man smiled as the lady of the saraaya made herself known, the hostess herself to such an exquisite event. He greeted both her children, and then pleasantly nodded at her as Iaheru positioned himself close to his elbow, Narmer managed a last warning glance at Kissan over the sirdett's head, before responding. "I am grateful at the invite, Sirdsett Iaheru. The journey was a fine one, and we are eager to begin tonight's activities." he murmured, following he lead until the bazaar manisfesting in the Sheifa complex came to view. A brief glance was enough for Narmer to confirm the opulent and vast richness that the Hei Sheifa had - he had not picked his target in mistake. It was a display of extravagance that Narmer would almost gape at, had he not mentally reminded himself to not show any outward reactions. The amount of decorations used would be enough to refurbish and upgrade his family saraaya twice over, not to mention buy his nieces and nephews a new wardrobe.
He needed the marriage to happen.
Mind immediately jumping to ways of how he could have such a conversation with the sirdsett without putting her guard up, as well as her daughter's, Narmer glanced down when he felt her arm drawing away, and then turned an attentive eye to the sirdsett, nodding in response. "Of course, it would be my pleasure to be of your assistance today, but..." he paused, and then casted a nervous glance back to the interior of the Hei's saraaya. "Is Sirdar Onuphrious unavailable for today's events?" Narmer asked carefully, knowing of the unsteady grounds still between both the sirdsett and her husband, along with the scandal that had erupted just a few months back regarding her eldest son and his paternity.
Before a proper response could be given however, Narmer turned when an approach of a lady was felt, only to fall into a bow from waist down when the Queen herself approached with a smile, before falling silent as he allowed the hostess to greet the Queen.
The finalization of the arrangements would be far yet, for Narmer still needed to properly see and have a chat with the lady Iaheru, but his sister-in-law could not argue with the logic of his thought process. The Hei Sheifa was known as one of the richest Hei's in Egypt, and there was no doubt that Hei Haikaddad could do with an injection of money at the moment. It was the only reason why Narmer was now in attendance, shifting uncomfortably in the khat Na'meah had dragged out for him, not liking the way it sat on his head. He was used to entering a war with nothing loosely fitting - but this was a fight of a different sort entirely, and not the normal physical one he had trained for his whole life.
A fight of words was a foreign battleground for Narmer, but he couldn't afford to lose. He smirked at Kissan's cheeky words, a brief moment of camraderie between uncle and nephew, before his attention was taken by the entrance of more people.
The man smiled as the lady of the saraaya made herself known, the hostess herself to such an exquisite event. He greeted both her children, and then pleasantly nodded at her as Iaheru positioned himself close to his elbow, Narmer managed a last warning glance at Kissan over the sirdett's head, before responding. "I am grateful at the invite, Sirdsett Iaheru. The journey was a fine one, and we are eager to begin tonight's activities." he murmured, following he lead until the bazaar manisfesting in the Sheifa complex came to view. A brief glance was enough for Narmer to confirm the opulent and vast richness that the Hei Sheifa had - he had not picked his target in mistake. It was a display of extravagance that Narmer would almost gape at, had he not mentally reminded himself to not show any outward reactions. The amount of decorations used would be enough to refurbish and upgrade his family saraaya twice over, not to mention buy his nieces and nephews a new wardrobe.
He needed the marriage to happen.
Mind immediately jumping to ways of how he could have such a conversation with the sirdsett without putting her guard up, as well as her daughter's, Narmer glanced down when he felt her arm drawing away, and then turned an attentive eye to the sirdsett, nodding in response. "Of course, it would be my pleasure to be of your assistance today, but..." he paused, and then casted a nervous glance back to the interior of the Hei's saraaya. "Is Sirdar Onuphrious unavailable for today's events?" Narmer asked carefully, knowing of the unsteady grounds still between both the sirdsett and her husband, along with the scandal that had erupted just a few months back regarding her eldest son and his paternity.
Before a proper response could be given however, Narmer turned when an approach of a lady was felt, only to fall into a bow from waist down when the Queen herself approached with a smile, before falling silent as he allowed the hostess to greet the Queen.
Nia’s flippant reply to her brother was cut off before it began, distracted by the sight of the closing doors. Those doors were never closed during an event, especially with a room full of so many people. They desperately needed the ventilation with the summer temperatures, even with the sun setting. But maybe an exception was made because of all the jewels?
“I wonder who said we were to be locked in here…” she murmured thoughtfully, thin brows drawing together in a frown. “Isn’t it a bit warm…?”
Thinking to investigate, the young woman began to part from Hena and his companion and head toward the doors so she might ask the guards herself. Before she could get there, however, the torches went out, and Neithotep went still, every muscle in her body on alert. Something wasn’t right here. This wasn’t part of the show.
“Hena?” Nia called out for her brother in a trembling voice, reaching blindly for his hand. A high-pitched scream rent the air as the noblewoman pressed in closer to Akhenaten. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Slaves! Guards!” she called out into the confused darkness, though she made no move to pull away from her sibling again. “What is the meaning of this?”
It soon became clear she would get no answer, the confusion in the room beginning to border on hysteria. Panicked shouts, rumbling footsteps as guests ran for the closed doors, and the clattering of tables and displays in the wake of the runners formed a cacophonous symphony in the darkened room, Nia slowly urging Hena toward the wall. By this time, her eyes were starting to adjust to the scant light coming in through the windows, her gaze narrowing toward the shapes that moved around the periphery of the room. Who were they? Why were they here? And how had they gotten in?
“I think we’re being robbed,” Nia whispered to her brother as she kept inching them toward the wall. There was a warm rush of air at her back as another of the guests ran past them, fast enough to nearly knock her off her feet. “We’ve got to find a way out of here, and fast. Gods only know what they might do to us if we stay.”
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Nia’s flippant reply to her brother was cut off before it began, distracted by the sight of the closing doors. Those doors were never closed during an event, especially with a room full of so many people. They desperately needed the ventilation with the summer temperatures, even with the sun setting. But maybe an exception was made because of all the jewels?
“I wonder who said we were to be locked in here…” she murmured thoughtfully, thin brows drawing together in a frown. “Isn’t it a bit warm…?”
Thinking to investigate, the young woman began to part from Hena and his companion and head toward the doors so she might ask the guards herself. Before she could get there, however, the torches went out, and Neithotep went still, every muscle in her body on alert. Something wasn’t right here. This wasn’t part of the show.
“Hena?” Nia called out for her brother in a trembling voice, reaching blindly for his hand. A high-pitched scream rent the air as the noblewoman pressed in closer to Akhenaten. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Slaves! Guards!” she called out into the confused darkness, though she made no move to pull away from her sibling again. “What is the meaning of this?”
It soon became clear she would get no answer, the confusion in the room beginning to border on hysteria. Panicked shouts, rumbling footsteps as guests ran for the closed doors, and the clattering of tables and displays in the wake of the runners formed a cacophonous symphony in the darkened room, Nia slowly urging Hena toward the wall. By this time, her eyes were starting to adjust to the scant light coming in through the windows, her gaze narrowing toward the shapes that moved around the periphery of the room. Who were they? Why were they here? And how had they gotten in?
“I think we’re being robbed,” Nia whispered to her brother as she kept inching them toward the wall. There was a warm rush of air at her back as another of the guests ran past them, fast enough to nearly knock her off her feet. “We’ve got to find a way out of here, and fast. Gods only know what they might do to us if we stay.”
Nia’s flippant reply to her brother was cut off before it began, distracted by the sight of the closing doors. Those doors were never closed during an event, especially with a room full of so many people. They desperately needed the ventilation with the summer temperatures, even with the sun setting. But maybe an exception was made because of all the jewels?
“I wonder who said we were to be locked in here…” she murmured thoughtfully, thin brows drawing together in a frown. “Isn’t it a bit warm…?”
Thinking to investigate, the young woman began to part from Hena and his companion and head toward the doors so she might ask the guards herself. Before she could get there, however, the torches went out, and Neithotep went still, every muscle in her body on alert. Something wasn’t right here. This wasn’t part of the show.
“Hena?” Nia called out for her brother in a trembling voice, reaching blindly for his hand. A high-pitched scream rent the air as the noblewoman pressed in closer to Akhenaten. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Slaves! Guards!” she called out into the confused darkness, though she made no move to pull away from her sibling again. “What is the meaning of this?”
It soon became clear she would get no answer, the confusion in the room beginning to border on hysteria. Panicked shouts, rumbling footsteps as guests ran for the closed doors, and the clattering of tables and displays in the wake of the runners formed a cacophonous symphony in the darkened room, Nia slowly urging Hena toward the wall. By this time, her eyes were starting to adjust to the scant light coming in through the windows, her gaze narrowing toward the shapes that moved around the periphery of the room. Who were they? Why were they here? And how had they gotten in?
“I think we’re being robbed,” Nia whispered to her brother as she kept inching them toward the wall. There was a warm rush of air at her back as another of the guests ran past them, fast enough to nearly knock her off her feet. “We’ve got to find a way out of here, and fast. Gods only know what they might do to us if we stay.”
Nenet frowned, pressing against the door’s handle harder, jiggling it loudly in frustration. She sighed and shoved her slim shoulder up against the wood even as she understood it would be no use. The door was locked, but why? And by whom? Her immediate, irrational thought was that her mother had ordered it, knowing that her youngest daughter would use that exact means to escape once the chance presented itself. Pursing her lips and squeezing her eyes shut, she took a few deep breaths, used her hands to almost physically push away her irritation, and then turned around, resolving to speak with her mother for just a moment. But as soon as she spun on her heel to do just that, she found the torch on the far end of the room was out. A servant, or, at least the shadow of one, slipped along the wall toward the next torch, extinguishing that too.
Nenet frowned in confusion. Why was he doing that? If there were no lights to see by, then no one could buy anything. These were her immediate thoughts, but they were far from what she settled on. For one, they didn’t make sense and she surmised by the behavior of everyone else in the room that this was completely unexpected. Nenet remained in her corner by the door, her heart beating erratically as she watched the torches die, one by one, until she was plunged into total darkness. Huddling into herself, she wrapped her arms around her knees and pulled them close to her chest, forming a tight little ball. She couldn’t hear what Khanh was doing was he took out guards, nor did she see it. Akhmad, too, was hidden from view. But she did watch her mother and her siblings suddenly realizing that something was very wrong.
Swallowing, she laid her forehead on her knees, trying to be invisible. If they couldn’t see her and didn’t notice her, she would be alright. Unlike Neithotep, Iaheru, Akhenaten, Hatshepsut, Narmer, and Kissan, among others, she was dressed in simple, dark clothing. No one had been speaking to her. No one looking for her. She was, in essence, simply not ‘here’. Hopefully that would be enough to keep her out of harm’s way. And while she would have liked to rush into the center of the room and pull her mother and siblings to safety...where was that, exactly? She didn’t see the thieves and didn’t know what was going on. Only that someone in this room wanted them all blind.
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Nenet frowned, pressing against the door’s handle harder, jiggling it loudly in frustration. She sighed and shoved her slim shoulder up against the wood even as she understood it would be no use. The door was locked, but why? And by whom? Her immediate, irrational thought was that her mother had ordered it, knowing that her youngest daughter would use that exact means to escape once the chance presented itself. Pursing her lips and squeezing her eyes shut, she took a few deep breaths, used her hands to almost physically push away her irritation, and then turned around, resolving to speak with her mother for just a moment. But as soon as she spun on her heel to do just that, she found the torch on the far end of the room was out. A servant, or, at least the shadow of one, slipped along the wall toward the next torch, extinguishing that too.
Nenet frowned in confusion. Why was he doing that? If there were no lights to see by, then no one could buy anything. These were her immediate thoughts, but they were far from what she settled on. For one, they didn’t make sense and she surmised by the behavior of everyone else in the room that this was completely unexpected. Nenet remained in her corner by the door, her heart beating erratically as she watched the torches die, one by one, until she was plunged into total darkness. Huddling into herself, she wrapped her arms around her knees and pulled them close to her chest, forming a tight little ball. She couldn’t hear what Khanh was doing was he took out guards, nor did she see it. Akhmad, too, was hidden from view. But she did watch her mother and her siblings suddenly realizing that something was very wrong.
Swallowing, she laid her forehead on her knees, trying to be invisible. If they couldn’t see her and didn’t notice her, she would be alright. Unlike Neithotep, Iaheru, Akhenaten, Hatshepsut, Narmer, and Kissan, among others, she was dressed in simple, dark clothing. No one had been speaking to her. No one looking for her. She was, in essence, simply not ‘here’. Hopefully that would be enough to keep her out of harm’s way. And while she would have liked to rush into the center of the room and pull her mother and siblings to safety...where was that, exactly? She didn’t see the thieves and didn’t know what was going on. Only that someone in this room wanted them all blind.
Nenet frowned, pressing against the door’s handle harder, jiggling it loudly in frustration. She sighed and shoved her slim shoulder up against the wood even as she understood it would be no use. The door was locked, but why? And by whom? Her immediate, irrational thought was that her mother had ordered it, knowing that her youngest daughter would use that exact means to escape once the chance presented itself. Pursing her lips and squeezing her eyes shut, she took a few deep breaths, used her hands to almost physically push away her irritation, and then turned around, resolving to speak with her mother for just a moment. But as soon as she spun on her heel to do just that, she found the torch on the far end of the room was out. A servant, or, at least the shadow of one, slipped along the wall toward the next torch, extinguishing that too.
Nenet frowned in confusion. Why was he doing that? If there were no lights to see by, then no one could buy anything. These were her immediate thoughts, but they were far from what she settled on. For one, they didn’t make sense and she surmised by the behavior of everyone else in the room that this was completely unexpected. Nenet remained in her corner by the door, her heart beating erratically as she watched the torches die, one by one, until she was plunged into total darkness. Huddling into herself, she wrapped her arms around her knees and pulled them close to her chest, forming a tight little ball. She couldn’t hear what Khanh was doing was he took out guards, nor did she see it. Akhmad, too, was hidden from view. But she did watch her mother and her siblings suddenly realizing that something was very wrong.
Swallowing, she laid her forehead on her knees, trying to be invisible. If they couldn’t see her and didn’t notice her, she would be alright. Unlike Neithotep, Iaheru, Akhenaten, Hatshepsut, Narmer, and Kissan, among others, she was dressed in simple, dark clothing. No one had been speaking to her. No one looking for her. She was, in essence, simply not ‘here’. Hopefully that would be enough to keep her out of harm’s way. And while she would have liked to rush into the center of the room and pull her mother and siblings to safety...where was that, exactly? She didn’t see the thieves and didn’t know what was going on. Only that someone in this room wanted them all blind.
Nefertaari had at first been looking forward to this. The private trading auctions celebrated what she truly enjoyed- material things. Shiny things especially made her feel solid in her place in the world, and even looking at them gave her joy. They were beautiful and valuable, just like she saw herself to be. So when the auctions started, Nefertaari arrived with her sister Nenet in common clothing. Though she was able to speak to the traders in more seasoned terms, she glared over at Nenet in her stutterings. It wasn't like she didn't like her younger sister, but her stutter always made her uncomfortable. It was an obvious challenge for her sister, and Nef couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed by it. It wasn't like she could do anything to help Nenet's stutter either, and she wouldn't doubt that she had made Nenet uncomfortable too. She wasn't too sure, but if Nenet ever accused her of anything, she wouldn't deny it. Nef, however, tended to simply avoid Nenet. It wasn't very easy to do so in a family event like this. Distracting herself with the vendors, Nefertaari acted as she always did, and ignored Nenet and the rest of her siblings. She didn't even look at her family as the eldest daughter went about her business.
She didn't even bother to go to her family when the doors slammed locked. She was concerned, but as long as she had everything she wanted near her, she didn't see it necessary to panic. If she did want to leave, she was sure she could find a window… or something. She continued with her business. It was the only thing of importance, anyways. It wasn't until the lights started dimming and someone yelling about being robbed that Nefertaari began getting a bad taste in her mouth. The noblewoman glanced around the space as it became darker, and instinctively started to move. She glared in the direction that she heard Nia's voice in, and walked in the opposite direction. The last thing she needed was to be dealing with her siblings, as annoying as they were. She couldn't see their mother, but she also didn't try to find her as she continued to head towards the corner of the room. The danger of the situation didn't escape her. Anything could happen- especially since the doors were still locked and there were now thieves. Nefertaari quieted her breath as she reached to touch the wall in front of her. Somehow, touching the wall made her feel safer. She continued to step along the edge of it, trailing her fingers as she did so. She didn't know how long she walked, but soon enough she ran into something. Or someone.
She glanced down, and, as her eyes adjusted, she glared down at what looked to be the form of her younger sister, Nenet. "Nenet!" She hissed lowly, folding her arms in disapproval. "Stop doing that; there is no reason to panic." Anyone in the family looking scared right now would be ridiculous. She wanted, needed Nenet to be better than that. "Do you know what is going on?" She asked her sister before lowering herself to Nenet's level. She wasn't in the mood to be with her family right now, but she knew she probably shouldn't be alone either. Nenet was the best option. She heard some guards gathering themselves, and she turned her head to see what was transpiring. It just merely looked like chaos. She turned back towards Nenet. "We need to do something, possibly leave." Nefertaari spoke, before pausing. "I don't know what, though, or where." She just had to think…. She looked over at Nenet and narrowed her eyes. "Well? Any ideas?"
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Nefertaari had at first been looking forward to this. The private trading auctions celebrated what she truly enjoyed- material things. Shiny things especially made her feel solid in her place in the world, and even looking at them gave her joy. They were beautiful and valuable, just like she saw herself to be. So when the auctions started, Nefertaari arrived with her sister Nenet in common clothing. Though she was able to speak to the traders in more seasoned terms, she glared over at Nenet in her stutterings. It wasn't like she didn't like her younger sister, but her stutter always made her uncomfortable. It was an obvious challenge for her sister, and Nef couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed by it. It wasn't like she could do anything to help Nenet's stutter either, and she wouldn't doubt that she had made Nenet uncomfortable too. She wasn't too sure, but if Nenet ever accused her of anything, she wouldn't deny it. Nef, however, tended to simply avoid Nenet. It wasn't very easy to do so in a family event like this. Distracting herself with the vendors, Nefertaari acted as she always did, and ignored Nenet and the rest of her siblings. She didn't even look at her family as the eldest daughter went about her business.
She didn't even bother to go to her family when the doors slammed locked. She was concerned, but as long as she had everything she wanted near her, she didn't see it necessary to panic. If she did want to leave, she was sure she could find a window… or something. She continued with her business. It was the only thing of importance, anyways. It wasn't until the lights started dimming and someone yelling about being robbed that Nefertaari began getting a bad taste in her mouth. The noblewoman glanced around the space as it became darker, and instinctively started to move. She glared in the direction that she heard Nia's voice in, and walked in the opposite direction. The last thing she needed was to be dealing with her siblings, as annoying as they were. She couldn't see their mother, but she also didn't try to find her as she continued to head towards the corner of the room. The danger of the situation didn't escape her. Anything could happen- especially since the doors were still locked and there were now thieves. Nefertaari quieted her breath as she reached to touch the wall in front of her. Somehow, touching the wall made her feel safer. She continued to step along the edge of it, trailing her fingers as she did so. She didn't know how long she walked, but soon enough she ran into something. Or someone.
She glanced down, and, as her eyes adjusted, she glared down at what looked to be the form of her younger sister, Nenet. "Nenet!" She hissed lowly, folding her arms in disapproval. "Stop doing that; there is no reason to panic." Anyone in the family looking scared right now would be ridiculous. She wanted, needed Nenet to be better than that. "Do you know what is going on?" She asked her sister before lowering herself to Nenet's level. She wasn't in the mood to be with her family right now, but she knew she probably shouldn't be alone either. Nenet was the best option. She heard some guards gathering themselves, and she turned her head to see what was transpiring. It just merely looked like chaos. She turned back towards Nenet. "We need to do something, possibly leave." Nefertaari spoke, before pausing. "I don't know what, though, or where." She just had to think…. She looked over at Nenet and narrowed her eyes. "Well? Any ideas?"
Nefertaari had at first been looking forward to this. The private trading auctions celebrated what she truly enjoyed- material things. Shiny things especially made her feel solid in her place in the world, and even looking at them gave her joy. They were beautiful and valuable, just like she saw herself to be. So when the auctions started, Nefertaari arrived with her sister Nenet in common clothing. Though she was able to speak to the traders in more seasoned terms, she glared over at Nenet in her stutterings. It wasn't like she didn't like her younger sister, but her stutter always made her uncomfortable. It was an obvious challenge for her sister, and Nef couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed by it. It wasn't like she could do anything to help Nenet's stutter either, and she wouldn't doubt that she had made Nenet uncomfortable too. She wasn't too sure, but if Nenet ever accused her of anything, she wouldn't deny it. Nef, however, tended to simply avoid Nenet. It wasn't very easy to do so in a family event like this. Distracting herself with the vendors, Nefertaari acted as she always did, and ignored Nenet and the rest of her siblings. She didn't even look at her family as the eldest daughter went about her business.
She didn't even bother to go to her family when the doors slammed locked. She was concerned, but as long as she had everything she wanted near her, she didn't see it necessary to panic. If she did want to leave, she was sure she could find a window… or something. She continued with her business. It was the only thing of importance, anyways. It wasn't until the lights started dimming and someone yelling about being robbed that Nefertaari began getting a bad taste in her mouth. The noblewoman glanced around the space as it became darker, and instinctively started to move. She glared in the direction that she heard Nia's voice in, and walked in the opposite direction. The last thing she needed was to be dealing with her siblings, as annoying as they were. She couldn't see their mother, but she also didn't try to find her as she continued to head towards the corner of the room. The danger of the situation didn't escape her. Anything could happen- especially since the doors were still locked and there were now thieves. Nefertaari quieted her breath as she reached to touch the wall in front of her. Somehow, touching the wall made her feel safer. She continued to step along the edge of it, trailing her fingers as she did so. She didn't know how long she walked, but soon enough she ran into something. Or someone.
She glanced down, and, as her eyes adjusted, she glared down at what looked to be the form of her younger sister, Nenet. "Nenet!" She hissed lowly, folding her arms in disapproval. "Stop doing that; there is no reason to panic." Anyone in the family looking scared right now would be ridiculous. She wanted, needed Nenet to be better than that. "Do you know what is going on?" She asked her sister before lowering herself to Nenet's level. She wasn't in the mood to be with her family right now, but she knew she probably shouldn't be alone either. Nenet was the best option. She heard some guards gathering themselves, and she turned her head to see what was transpiring. It just merely looked like chaos. She turned back towards Nenet. "We need to do something, possibly leave." Nefertaari spoke, before pausing. "I don't know what, though, or where." She just had to think…. She looked over at Nenet and narrowed her eyes. "Well? Any ideas?"
It was quick and easy to relieve the shelves, stands and encasements of the jewels and decor displayed across the room. A thief used to operating in the darkness of the night, it was hardly a difficulty for Akhmad to slip between shadows and along walls, avoiding the panicked and blind blundering of the guests within the hall and slipping in and out of their finely decorated frames. Forget the torches, he could have navigated the chambers with his eyes closed if it was needed. The rich and high and mighty of Egypt wore so much perfume and anointments upon their skin that he could have shifted between each and every one of them using only his nose as a guide...
The only downside to pilfering jewels was the sound they made when brushing together in the fabric sack Akhmad wore at his hip. As the settings, the jewels and the metal of the fine pieces clinked and rubbed together, Akhmad started to move with a sort of tinkling noise that betrayed his presence. Yet he continued to move with such speed that it hardly mattered if the useless nobles around him so much as suspected his location.
Moving in towards the figures, he took the opportunity to be efficient and all-encompassing in his efforts to rob the finest home in all of Cairo. Not only had he secured most of the items hosted for sale to their peers, he now turned his focus towards that worn by the guests themselves.
A simple glimmer here, a catch of the light there. It was easy enough to identify those who wore gold and bronze about their person.
Spotting one woman who wore a heavy necklace of dark gemstones, Akhmad reached out with wrapped, dark fingers, snagged the piece and yanked hard. Several valuable gems along the chain broke loose and scattered to the floor, but the majority, clasped in Akhmad's palm made their way into his bag, as he ducked the out-stretched and panicked arm of his victim and hurried away to his next target...
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It was quick and easy to relieve the shelves, stands and encasements of the jewels and decor displayed across the room. A thief used to operating in the darkness of the night, it was hardly a difficulty for Akhmad to slip between shadows and along walls, avoiding the panicked and blind blundering of the guests within the hall and slipping in and out of their finely decorated frames. Forget the torches, he could have navigated the chambers with his eyes closed if it was needed. The rich and high and mighty of Egypt wore so much perfume and anointments upon their skin that he could have shifted between each and every one of them using only his nose as a guide...
The only downside to pilfering jewels was the sound they made when brushing together in the fabric sack Akhmad wore at his hip. As the settings, the jewels and the metal of the fine pieces clinked and rubbed together, Akhmad started to move with a sort of tinkling noise that betrayed his presence. Yet he continued to move with such speed that it hardly mattered if the useless nobles around him so much as suspected his location.
Moving in towards the figures, he took the opportunity to be efficient and all-encompassing in his efforts to rob the finest home in all of Cairo. Not only had he secured most of the items hosted for sale to their peers, he now turned his focus towards that worn by the guests themselves.
A simple glimmer here, a catch of the light there. It was easy enough to identify those who wore gold and bronze about their person.
Spotting one woman who wore a heavy necklace of dark gemstones, Akhmad reached out with wrapped, dark fingers, snagged the piece and yanked hard. Several valuable gems along the chain broke loose and scattered to the floor, but the majority, clasped in Akhmad's palm made their way into his bag, as he ducked the out-stretched and panicked arm of his victim and hurried away to his next target...
It was quick and easy to relieve the shelves, stands and encasements of the jewels and decor displayed across the room. A thief used to operating in the darkness of the night, it was hardly a difficulty for Akhmad to slip between shadows and along walls, avoiding the panicked and blind blundering of the guests within the hall and slipping in and out of their finely decorated frames. Forget the torches, he could have navigated the chambers with his eyes closed if it was needed. The rich and high and mighty of Egypt wore so much perfume and anointments upon their skin that he could have shifted between each and every one of them using only his nose as a guide...
The only downside to pilfering jewels was the sound they made when brushing together in the fabric sack Akhmad wore at his hip. As the settings, the jewels and the metal of the fine pieces clinked and rubbed together, Akhmad started to move with a sort of tinkling noise that betrayed his presence. Yet he continued to move with such speed that it hardly mattered if the useless nobles around him so much as suspected his location.
Moving in towards the figures, he took the opportunity to be efficient and all-encompassing in his efforts to rob the finest home in all of Cairo. Not only had he secured most of the items hosted for sale to their peers, he now turned his focus towards that worn by the guests themselves.
A simple glimmer here, a catch of the light there. It was easy enough to identify those who wore gold and bronze about their person.
Spotting one woman who wore a heavy necklace of dark gemstones, Akhmad reached out with wrapped, dark fingers, snagged the piece and yanked hard. Several valuable gems along the chain broke loose and scattered to the floor, but the majority, clasped in Akhmad's palm made their way into his bag, as he ducked the out-stretched and panicked arm of his victim and hurried away to his next target...
As the light of the torches collapsed and the house fell into the totality of darkness, Ana's breath hitched, confusion etched its way upon her features, but she allowed herself to revert back in time. A world away, a lifetime ago, when Anastasia used less ostentatious names, she'd known darkness such as this. She could hear the rustling of movement as both guest and thief meandered about. Most moved uncertainly, their steps louder and chaotic in nature while the others moved with determination.
It was quite clear to Anastasia what was transpiring, but it was hardly her place to interfere in any way. Anastasia much enjoyed the presence of the H'Sheifa lord, but he'd brought her into danger and he also had others to concern himself with. Anastasia let her hands rise into her hair, pulling the chains from within and wrapping them instead about her wrists as she used her ears to home in on the world around her.
Breathe slowly, allow yourself to be centered and find your means of escape, she assured herself. Slow movements brought Anastasia away from Hena and out of his reach, and with hope the brother and sister would find one another properly. Of course he could hear Neithotep's voice call out, once to her brother and next to the guards and slaves, reaching out to seize some sort of control over the situation. There was no point in it in Ana's eye, and she wanted to get as far away from that noise as possible.
It was the nature of a prowler to fall into shadow, to seize whatever opportunity arose. There had to be more than one to coordinate efforts with such effectiveness, and Ana knew herself out of her breadth. In all of her efforts as a thief, she'd always worked alone, moved alone, benefited alone. Whatever thieves had the wherewithal to do this... well they were certainly beyond her in terms of practical planning.
The bard placed careful steps to make her distance, letting her fingertips brush against the wall as she peeled off her thin sandals to allow herself to move with relative silence. The cheap things were hardly worth her time, and Anastasia was far more concerned with her worn baubles that she'd tied firmly to her body to keep them from jangling and making excess noise. It'd be a fool's errand to attempt to escape in the moment, and instead Anastasia sought only to keep herself hidden as the rest of the guests and inhabitants of H'Sheifa house suffered for the ostentatious nature of their jewelry affair gone to hell.
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As the light of the torches collapsed and the house fell into the totality of darkness, Ana's breath hitched, confusion etched its way upon her features, but she allowed herself to revert back in time. A world away, a lifetime ago, when Anastasia used less ostentatious names, she'd known darkness such as this. She could hear the rustling of movement as both guest and thief meandered about. Most moved uncertainly, their steps louder and chaotic in nature while the others moved with determination.
It was quite clear to Anastasia what was transpiring, but it was hardly her place to interfere in any way. Anastasia much enjoyed the presence of the H'Sheifa lord, but he'd brought her into danger and he also had others to concern himself with. Anastasia let her hands rise into her hair, pulling the chains from within and wrapping them instead about her wrists as she used her ears to home in on the world around her.
Breathe slowly, allow yourself to be centered and find your means of escape, she assured herself. Slow movements brought Anastasia away from Hena and out of his reach, and with hope the brother and sister would find one another properly. Of course he could hear Neithotep's voice call out, once to her brother and next to the guards and slaves, reaching out to seize some sort of control over the situation. There was no point in it in Ana's eye, and she wanted to get as far away from that noise as possible.
It was the nature of a prowler to fall into shadow, to seize whatever opportunity arose. There had to be more than one to coordinate efforts with such effectiveness, and Ana knew herself out of her breadth. In all of her efforts as a thief, she'd always worked alone, moved alone, benefited alone. Whatever thieves had the wherewithal to do this... well they were certainly beyond her in terms of practical planning.
The bard placed careful steps to make her distance, letting her fingertips brush against the wall as she peeled off her thin sandals to allow herself to move with relative silence. The cheap things were hardly worth her time, and Anastasia was far more concerned with her worn baubles that she'd tied firmly to her body to keep them from jangling and making excess noise. It'd be a fool's errand to attempt to escape in the moment, and instead Anastasia sought only to keep herself hidden as the rest of the guests and inhabitants of H'Sheifa house suffered for the ostentatious nature of their jewelry affair gone to hell.
As the light of the torches collapsed and the house fell into the totality of darkness, Ana's breath hitched, confusion etched its way upon her features, but she allowed herself to revert back in time. A world away, a lifetime ago, when Anastasia used less ostentatious names, she'd known darkness such as this. She could hear the rustling of movement as both guest and thief meandered about. Most moved uncertainly, their steps louder and chaotic in nature while the others moved with determination.
It was quite clear to Anastasia what was transpiring, but it was hardly her place to interfere in any way. Anastasia much enjoyed the presence of the H'Sheifa lord, but he'd brought her into danger and he also had others to concern himself with. Anastasia let her hands rise into her hair, pulling the chains from within and wrapping them instead about her wrists as she used her ears to home in on the world around her.
Breathe slowly, allow yourself to be centered and find your means of escape, she assured herself. Slow movements brought Anastasia away from Hena and out of his reach, and with hope the brother and sister would find one another properly. Of course he could hear Neithotep's voice call out, once to her brother and next to the guards and slaves, reaching out to seize some sort of control over the situation. There was no point in it in Ana's eye, and she wanted to get as far away from that noise as possible.
It was the nature of a prowler to fall into shadow, to seize whatever opportunity arose. There had to be more than one to coordinate efforts with such effectiveness, and Ana knew herself out of her breadth. In all of her efforts as a thief, she'd always worked alone, moved alone, benefited alone. Whatever thieves had the wherewithal to do this... well they were certainly beyond her in terms of practical planning.
The bard placed careful steps to make her distance, letting her fingertips brush against the wall as she peeled off her thin sandals to allow herself to move with relative silence. The cheap things were hardly worth her time, and Anastasia was far more concerned with her worn baubles that she'd tied firmly to her body to keep them from jangling and making excess noise. It'd be a fool's errand to attempt to escape in the moment, and instead Anastasia sought only to keep herself hidden as the rest of the guests and inhabitants of H'Sheifa house suffered for the ostentatious nature of their jewelry affair gone to hell.
As the lights started going out, Hena tensed. He wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, but he knew it was not a good thing. He intended on grabbing Ana and Nia and keeping them both close, but before he could even make a move, Ana disappeared away from and into the dark, and he saw red for a moment. She would just take off in such a moment? For all he knew she was part of what ever was going on, and he wanted nothing more than to find her in the dark and strangle the life out of her.
But then he heard his sisters voice calling out for him, and he knew that there was something more important than his anger in that moment. His sister sounded absolutely terrified, and while Hena didn’t know how to fight or anything of the sort, he felt the overwhelming need to protect his older sister.
Hena took her hand, and she pulled him towards the wall. His arm went around her and he pulled her in close, as if to protect her with his own body if need be. He reached over and pressed a finger gently to her lips, an attempt to get her to stop speaking, even in a lower voice. The quieter they were, the better off they were. He knew that they needed to get out of the room, though the thieves were likely only there for the jewels, he didn’t feel like sticking around to find out for sure.
He thought about it, he knew this room well, they both did, though in the dark it seemed to become completely unfamiliar to him. He kept Nia close to his side, walking as fast as they dared while trying not to make too much noise, he kept his free hand on the wall, using his sense of touch to guide them in the almost pitch black room.
Through the darkness, he spotted two more of his sisters, and he scowled a little. Since when was he a hero?
He guided Nia over to them.
“Quickly, rid yourself of your jewels.” He commanded, already doing exactly that. The cost of the jewellery he wore was nothing compared to the cost of his safety, they could easily be replaced. Once their jewellery was tossed away, he motioned for his three sisters to follow him.
“Come on. I know a way out.” He said in his quietest voice. He grabbed Nia’s hand once more, pulling her with him, leaving it up to his other two sisters if they wished to follow or not. He couldn’t care enough to force them along if they were dumb enough to stay in a corner alone.
He lead Nia quietly to a bookshelf, pointing to a small decorative window at the top of the bookshelf. He knew it was just big enough for them, he had used it to sneak out when necessary, so he knew it lead to the halls outside the room where they could then make their escape and get help.
“Go. I’ll boost you up. The drop isn't far on the other side, I'll follow when I can.” He said, he crouched down and locked his fingers together to form a step so his sister may climb up and out the window to safety.
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As the lights started going out, Hena tensed. He wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, but he knew it was not a good thing. He intended on grabbing Ana and Nia and keeping them both close, but before he could even make a move, Ana disappeared away from and into the dark, and he saw red for a moment. She would just take off in such a moment? For all he knew she was part of what ever was going on, and he wanted nothing more than to find her in the dark and strangle the life out of her.
But then he heard his sisters voice calling out for him, and he knew that there was something more important than his anger in that moment. His sister sounded absolutely terrified, and while Hena didn’t know how to fight or anything of the sort, he felt the overwhelming need to protect his older sister.
Hena took her hand, and she pulled him towards the wall. His arm went around her and he pulled her in close, as if to protect her with his own body if need be. He reached over and pressed a finger gently to her lips, an attempt to get her to stop speaking, even in a lower voice. The quieter they were, the better off they were. He knew that they needed to get out of the room, though the thieves were likely only there for the jewels, he didn’t feel like sticking around to find out for sure.
He thought about it, he knew this room well, they both did, though in the dark it seemed to become completely unfamiliar to him. He kept Nia close to his side, walking as fast as they dared while trying not to make too much noise, he kept his free hand on the wall, using his sense of touch to guide them in the almost pitch black room.
Through the darkness, he spotted two more of his sisters, and he scowled a little. Since when was he a hero?
He guided Nia over to them.
“Quickly, rid yourself of your jewels.” He commanded, already doing exactly that. The cost of the jewellery he wore was nothing compared to the cost of his safety, they could easily be replaced. Once their jewellery was tossed away, he motioned for his three sisters to follow him.
“Come on. I know a way out.” He said in his quietest voice. He grabbed Nia’s hand once more, pulling her with him, leaving it up to his other two sisters if they wished to follow or not. He couldn’t care enough to force them along if they were dumb enough to stay in a corner alone.
He lead Nia quietly to a bookshelf, pointing to a small decorative window at the top of the bookshelf. He knew it was just big enough for them, he had used it to sneak out when necessary, so he knew it lead to the halls outside the room where they could then make their escape and get help.
“Go. I’ll boost you up. The drop isn't far on the other side, I'll follow when I can.” He said, he crouched down and locked his fingers together to form a step so his sister may climb up and out the window to safety.
As the lights started going out, Hena tensed. He wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, but he knew it was not a good thing. He intended on grabbing Ana and Nia and keeping them both close, but before he could even make a move, Ana disappeared away from and into the dark, and he saw red for a moment. She would just take off in such a moment? For all he knew she was part of what ever was going on, and he wanted nothing more than to find her in the dark and strangle the life out of her.
But then he heard his sisters voice calling out for him, and he knew that there was something more important than his anger in that moment. His sister sounded absolutely terrified, and while Hena didn’t know how to fight or anything of the sort, he felt the overwhelming need to protect his older sister.
Hena took her hand, and she pulled him towards the wall. His arm went around her and he pulled her in close, as if to protect her with his own body if need be. He reached over and pressed a finger gently to her lips, an attempt to get her to stop speaking, even in a lower voice. The quieter they were, the better off they were. He knew that they needed to get out of the room, though the thieves were likely only there for the jewels, he didn’t feel like sticking around to find out for sure.
He thought about it, he knew this room well, they both did, though in the dark it seemed to become completely unfamiliar to him. He kept Nia close to his side, walking as fast as they dared while trying not to make too much noise, he kept his free hand on the wall, using his sense of touch to guide them in the almost pitch black room.
Through the darkness, he spotted two more of his sisters, and he scowled a little. Since when was he a hero?
He guided Nia over to them.
“Quickly, rid yourself of your jewels.” He commanded, already doing exactly that. The cost of the jewellery he wore was nothing compared to the cost of his safety, they could easily be replaced. Once their jewellery was tossed away, he motioned for his three sisters to follow him.
“Come on. I know a way out.” He said in his quietest voice. He grabbed Nia’s hand once more, pulling her with him, leaving it up to his other two sisters if they wished to follow or not. He couldn’t care enough to force them along if they were dumb enough to stay in a corner alone.
He lead Nia quietly to a bookshelf, pointing to a small decorative window at the top of the bookshelf. He knew it was just big enough for them, he had used it to sneak out when necessary, so he knew it lead to the halls outside the room where they could then make their escape and get help.
“Go. I’ll boost you up. The drop isn't far on the other side, I'll follow when I can.” He said, he crouched down and locked his fingers together to form a step so his sister may climb up and out the window to safety.
Hatshepsut acknowledged Sirdar H'Haikaddad’s respectful bow and was waiting for Sirsett H’Sheifa’s response to her greeting when the doors suddenly closed. Then one of the torches winked out. Sensing danger, the leader of the royal guard shouted “Protect the Queen!” Before she could blink, she was enclosed in a circle of armed men, their weapons held menacingly before them. Nobody would be able to penetrate her living shield and while she was glad she was safe, she wondered what was going on beyond the wall of armor surrounding her.
More torches were extinguished until the room was almost completely dark. She heard hurrying footsteps and panicked voices, including a few whispers about robbery. Was that what was happening? The jewels that were meant to be sold were being stolen? Who would do such a thing? The punishment for thievery was severe and would most likely become more so now that Iahotep had taken the throne. Hatshepsut wouldn’t be surprised if stealing was now punishable by death … a slow painful death administered by the Pharaoh himself.
She worried for Sirdsett H’Sheifa, Sirdar H'Haikaddad, and the other guests who had come to the sale. Would the thieves take the jewels and leave or would they rob everyone in the room? The young Queen wanted to instruct her guards to go after the culprits and stop them before they harmed anyone, but she knew that they would not obey her. Their orders were to protect her at all costs and they wouldn’t budge from their current positions until the threat of danger had passed.
Their Pharaoh would torture them to death if she was harmed. Without her, he would have to fight for his position against all the other men who believed they deserved it more. Egypt could very well be plunged into civil war. Her existence held the kingdom together and it could be devastated and destroyed if she died. For the first time in her young life, she realized her own importance and knew why she must be protected. She felt silly, though, just standing there, safe in the midst of chaos.
Maybe at least her guards would get a good look at the thieves if they managed to get away and would be able to identify them. How they had been able to slip past the tight security she didn’t know. This robbery must have been planned in advance, most likely by a group and not an individual. All she could do was stand where she was and pray that this nightmare would soon be over and nobody would be hurt. Jewels could be replaced but precious lives could not.
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Hatshepsut acknowledged Sirdar H'Haikaddad’s respectful bow and was waiting for Sirsett H’Sheifa’s response to her greeting when the doors suddenly closed. Then one of the torches winked out. Sensing danger, the leader of the royal guard shouted “Protect the Queen!” Before she could blink, she was enclosed in a circle of armed men, their weapons held menacingly before them. Nobody would be able to penetrate her living shield and while she was glad she was safe, she wondered what was going on beyond the wall of armor surrounding her.
More torches were extinguished until the room was almost completely dark. She heard hurrying footsteps and panicked voices, including a few whispers about robbery. Was that what was happening? The jewels that were meant to be sold were being stolen? Who would do such a thing? The punishment for thievery was severe and would most likely become more so now that Iahotep had taken the throne. Hatshepsut wouldn’t be surprised if stealing was now punishable by death … a slow painful death administered by the Pharaoh himself.
She worried for Sirdsett H’Sheifa, Sirdar H'Haikaddad, and the other guests who had come to the sale. Would the thieves take the jewels and leave or would they rob everyone in the room? The young Queen wanted to instruct her guards to go after the culprits and stop them before they harmed anyone, but she knew that they would not obey her. Their orders were to protect her at all costs and they wouldn’t budge from their current positions until the threat of danger had passed.
Their Pharaoh would torture them to death if she was harmed. Without her, he would have to fight for his position against all the other men who believed they deserved it more. Egypt could very well be plunged into civil war. Her existence held the kingdom together and it could be devastated and destroyed if she died. For the first time in her young life, she realized her own importance and knew why she must be protected. She felt silly, though, just standing there, safe in the midst of chaos.
Maybe at least her guards would get a good look at the thieves if they managed to get away and would be able to identify them. How they had been able to slip past the tight security she didn’t know. This robbery must have been planned in advance, most likely by a group and not an individual. All she could do was stand where she was and pray that this nightmare would soon be over and nobody would be hurt. Jewels could be replaced but precious lives could not.
Hatshepsut acknowledged Sirdar H'Haikaddad’s respectful bow and was waiting for Sirsett H’Sheifa’s response to her greeting when the doors suddenly closed. Then one of the torches winked out. Sensing danger, the leader of the royal guard shouted “Protect the Queen!” Before she could blink, she was enclosed in a circle of armed men, their weapons held menacingly before them. Nobody would be able to penetrate her living shield and while she was glad she was safe, she wondered what was going on beyond the wall of armor surrounding her.
More torches were extinguished until the room was almost completely dark. She heard hurrying footsteps and panicked voices, including a few whispers about robbery. Was that what was happening? The jewels that were meant to be sold were being stolen? Who would do such a thing? The punishment for thievery was severe and would most likely become more so now that Iahotep had taken the throne. Hatshepsut wouldn’t be surprised if stealing was now punishable by death … a slow painful death administered by the Pharaoh himself.
She worried for Sirdsett H’Sheifa, Sirdar H'Haikaddad, and the other guests who had come to the sale. Would the thieves take the jewels and leave or would they rob everyone in the room? The young Queen wanted to instruct her guards to go after the culprits and stop them before they harmed anyone, but she knew that they would not obey her. Their orders were to protect her at all costs and they wouldn’t budge from their current positions until the threat of danger had passed.
Their Pharaoh would torture them to death if she was harmed. Without her, he would have to fight for his position against all the other men who believed they deserved it more. Egypt could very well be plunged into civil war. Her existence held the kingdom together and it could be devastated and destroyed if she died. For the first time in her young life, she realized her own importance and knew why she must be protected. She felt silly, though, just standing there, safe in the midst of chaos.
Maybe at least her guards would get a good look at the thieves if they managed to get away and would be able to identify them. How they had been able to slip past the tight security she didn’t know. This robbery must have been planned in advance, most likely by a group and not an individual. All she could do was stand where she was and pray that this nightmare would soon be over and nobody would be hurt. Jewels could be replaced but precious lives could not.
It was no surprise to Nia that Hena’s flighty mistress… bed warmer… whatever she was had disappeared amidst the chaos, melting into the crowd as if she’d never existed in the first place. And good riddance, too, she thought smugly to herself as her brother pulled her in against him, as if to protect her from whoever was out there. She rarely trusted the women her brother attached himself to, especially the ones like this Anastasia who named herself a fallen star. The pretentiousness that went into naming oneself after a heavenly body… she could hardly fathom it. The girl was hiding something. She had to be.
All thoughts of the bard disappeared as Hena led them through the room, keeping close to the walls as they searched for safety. She discarded her jewelry while they crept along, silently agreeing with her brother that it would make them less of a target. Eyes more adjusted to the darkness, she caught sight of a hulking form that rang a brief chord of familiarity… but as soon as it was there, it was gone and once again forgotten. She didn’t care who these thieves were. All she cared about was getting out.
Picking up their sisters along the way, Nia did her best to smother a scowl. As far as she was concerned, Nefertaari and Nenet could rot in here, especially the former. It wasn’t as if either one came looking for Nia or Hena in the worry and confusion; obviously, they cared no more for her than she did for them. But, they were still family, so she supposed she couldn’t begrudge her brother for at least trying. If she was being honest with herself, she’d be distraught if something did happen to them… even if she would’ve liked to see Nefertaari terrified in the grasp of one of the thieves. Just for a minute, anyway.
Stopping at one of the bookshelves, Hena gestured to the window above it and indicated their path of escape. It was high and narrow, and Nia wasn’t quite sure she would fit, not with her… womanly assets that might get caught in the process. However, it didn’t seem that she really had much of a choice, and so she sighed and put her foot in the step that Hena’s hands provided.
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” she muttered to her brother as she grabbed the shelf to hoist herself up, eyeing the window doubtfully. One quick glance was spared behind her to ensure no one had seen what they were up to before she grabbed the sides of the window and started pulling herself through.
It was a tight fit, but she managed to squeeze past the opening, nearly falling in the process. Catching herself on the window ledge at the last moment, she released a shuddering breath while her heart stuttered in her chest. She’d put herself in similarly precarious positions before when she’d snuck out, but that hadn’t been with fifty pounds of finery accompanying her.
“Should’ve stripped my clothes off while I was in there, too,” she muttered under her breath as she started climbing down the wall. “Not serving me a lot of good now.”
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It was no surprise to Nia that Hena’s flighty mistress… bed warmer… whatever she was had disappeared amidst the chaos, melting into the crowd as if she’d never existed in the first place. And good riddance, too, she thought smugly to herself as her brother pulled her in against him, as if to protect her from whoever was out there. She rarely trusted the women her brother attached himself to, especially the ones like this Anastasia who named herself a fallen star. The pretentiousness that went into naming oneself after a heavenly body… she could hardly fathom it. The girl was hiding something. She had to be.
All thoughts of the bard disappeared as Hena led them through the room, keeping close to the walls as they searched for safety. She discarded her jewelry while they crept along, silently agreeing with her brother that it would make them less of a target. Eyes more adjusted to the darkness, she caught sight of a hulking form that rang a brief chord of familiarity… but as soon as it was there, it was gone and once again forgotten. She didn’t care who these thieves were. All she cared about was getting out.
Picking up their sisters along the way, Nia did her best to smother a scowl. As far as she was concerned, Nefertaari and Nenet could rot in here, especially the former. It wasn’t as if either one came looking for Nia or Hena in the worry and confusion; obviously, they cared no more for her than she did for them. But, they were still family, so she supposed she couldn’t begrudge her brother for at least trying. If she was being honest with herself, she’d be distraught if something did happen to them… even if she would’ve liked to see Nefertaari terrified in the grasp of one of the thieves. Just for a minute, anyway.
Stopping at one of the bookshelves, Hena gestured to the window above it and indicated their path of escape. It was high and narrow, and Nia wasn’t quite sure she would fit, not with her… womanly assets that might get caught in the process. However, it didn’t seem that she really had much of a choice, and so she sighed and put her foot in the step that Hena’s hands provided.
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” she muttered to her brother as she grabbed the shelf to hoist herself up, eyeing the window doubtfully. One quick glance was spared behind her to ensure no one had seen what they were up to before she grabbed the sides of the window and started pulling herself through.
It was a tight fit, but she managed to squeeze past the opening, nearly falling in the process. Catching herself on the window ledge at the last moment, she released a shuddering breath while her heart stuttered in her chest. She’d put herself in similarly precarious positions before when she’d snuck out, but that hadn’t been with fifty pounds of finery accompanying her.
“Should’ve stripped my clothes off while I was in there, too,” she muttered under her breath as she started climbing down the wall. “Not serving me a lot of good now.”
It was no surprise to Nia that Hena’s flighty mistress… bed warmer… whatever she was had disappeared amidst the chaos, melting into the crowd as if she’d never existed in the first place. And good riddance, too, she thought smugly to herself as her brother pulled her in against him, as if to protect her from whoever was out there. She rarely trusted the women her brother attached himself to, especially the ones like this Anastasia who named herself a fallen star. The pretentiousness that went into naming oneself after a heavenly body… she could hardly fathom it. The girl was hiding something. She had to be.
All thoughts of the bard disappeared as Hena led them through the room, keeping close to the walls as they searched for safety. She discarded her jewelry while they crept along, silently agreeing with her brother that it would make them less of a target. Eyes more adjusted to the darkness, she caught sight of a hulking form that rang a brief chord of familiarity… but as soon as it was there, it was gone and once again forgotten. She didn’t care who these thieves were. All she cared about was getting out.
Picking up their sisters along the way, Nia did her best to smother a scowl. As far as she was concerned, Nefertaari and Nenet could rot in here, especially the former. It wasn’t as if either one came looking for Nia or Hena in the worry and confusion; obviously, they cared no more for her than she did for them. But, they were still family, so she supposed she couldn’t begrudge her brother for at least trying. If she was being honest with herself, she’d be distraught if something did happen to them… even if she would’ve liked to see Nefertaari terrified in the grasp of one of the thieves. Just for a minute, anyway.
Stopping at one of the bookshelves, Hena gestured to the window above it and indicated their path of escape. It was high and narrow, and Nia wasn’t quite sure she would fit, not with her… womanly assets that might get caught in the process. However, it didn’t seem that she really had much of a choice, and so she sighed and put her foot in the step that Hena’s hands provided.
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” she muttered to her brother as she grabbed the shelf to hoist herself up, eyeing the window doubtfully. One quick glance was spared behind her to ensure no one had seen what they were up to before she grabbed the sides of the window and started pulling herself through.
It was a tight fit, but she managed to squeeze past the opening, nearly falling in the process. Catching herself on the window ledge at the last moment, she released a shuddering breath while her heart stuttered in her chest. She’d put herself in similarly precarious positions before when she’d snuck out, but that hadn’t been with fifty pounds of finery accompanying her.
“Should’ve stripped my clothes off while I was in there, too,” she muttered under her breath as she started climbing down the wall. “Not serving me a lot of good now.”
Before much of a response could be given however, it caught Narmer by surprise when the lights suddenly went out in the hall they were all gathered in. Almost immediately, chatter and loud, panicked words began to fill the air along with the clatter of footsteps as guests and guards alike began to run for the closed doors, scattering tables of decorations, food and jewelry in its wake.
Jostled in the wake of panicking guests and guards hurrying to do their duty to protect the family and the jewels on display for sale, Narmer was pushed away from the ones he had been speaking with, and when he finally found is balance on his feet, he wasn't even entirely sure who or where he had been pushed to by then, and the darkness that surrounded them did not do much to help.
"Kissan?" he called out blindly, on the off chance that his nephew would be nearby, yet knew it was a shot in the literal dark. Whatever was going on, Narmer couldn't even be sure himself, but he's heard screams of 'robbery' and 'thief' that he's managed to piece together the rough idea that it was likely they were getting robbed. But how? Was the Sheifa Hei not well guarded? It wasn't as if they lacked the coin to hire enough guards for such a prestigious and expensive event,
That the Queen herself was in attendance in the event did not mean well for their wellbeing, and when Narmer suddenly recalled Hatshepsut's attendance, his first reaction was to whip around to see if he could locate the Queen, failing due to the lack of eyesight he currently had in the low lights. What he did catch sight of however was drawn weapons glinting, and the man took a wild guess of it being the guards of the Queen.
Stumbling her way over, Narmer was breathless by the time he found his way to audible distance, and panted as he spoke. "Your Evening Radiance, please remove your jewelry and hand them to one of your guards. We'll have to find a way out of here for you." he said, all whilst the background of the nobility in attendance still panicking. "Please allow your guards to surround you, and follow me." he advised, before turning and squinting. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light, but when it did, he finally managed to identify the quickest route to the doors they had entered from, now open no doubt by the thieves themselves. For now however, it was the best Narmer could work with as he made his way there, hoping that he'd be able to snag his nephew on his way.
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Before much of a response could be given however, it caught Narmer by surprise when the lights suddenly went out in the hall they were all gathered in. Almost immediately, chatter and loud, panicked words began to fill the air along with the clatter of footsteps as guests and guards alike began to run for the closed doors, scattering tables of decorations, food and jewelry in its wake.
Jostled in the wake of panicking guests and guards hurrying to do their duty to protect the family and the jewels on display for sale, Narmer was pushed away from the ones he had been speaking with, and when he finally found is balance on his feet, he wasn't even entirely sure who or where he had been pushed to by then, and the darkness that surrounded them did not do much to help.
"Kissan?" he called out blindly, on the off chance that his nephew would be nearby, yet knew it was a shot in the literal dark. Whatever was going on, Narmer couldn't even be sure himself, but he's heard screams of 'robbery' and 'thief' that he's managed to piece together the rough idea that it was likely they were getting robbed. But how? Was the Sheifa Hei not well guarded? It wasn't as if they lacked the coin to hire enough guards for such a prestigious and expensive event,
That the Queen herself was in attendance in the event did not mean well for their wellbeing, and when Narmer suddenly recalled Hatshepsut's attendance, his first reaction was to whip around to see if he could locate the Queen, failing due to the lack of eyesight he currently had in the low lights. What he did catch sight of however was drawn weapons glinting, and the man took a wild guess of it being the guards of the Queen.
Stumbling her way over, Narmer was breathless by the time he found his way to audible distance, and panted as he spoke. "Your Evening Radiance, please remove your jewelry and hand them to one of your guards. We'll have to find a way out of here for you." he said, all whilst the background of the nobility in attendance still panicking. "Please allow your guards to surround you, and follow me." he advised, before turning and squinting. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light, but when it did, he finally managed to identify the quickest route to the doors they had entered from, now open no doubt by the thieves themselves. For now however, it was the best Narmer could work with as he made his way there, hoping that he'd be able to snag his nephew on his way.
Before much of a response could be given however, it caught Narmer by surprise when the lights suddenly went out in the hall they were all gathered in. Almost immediately, chatter and loud, panicked words began to fill the air along with the clatter of footsteps as guests and guards alike began to run for the closed doors, scattering tables of decorations, food and jewelry in its wake.
Jostled in the wake of panicking guests and guards hurrying to do their duty to protect the family and the jewels on display for sale, Narmer was pushed away from the ones he had been speaking with, and when he finally found is balance on his feet, he wasn't even entirely sure who or where he had been pushed to by then, and the darkness that surrounded them did not do much to help.
"Kissan?" he called out blindly, on the off chance that his nephew would be nearby, yet knew it was a shot in the literal dark. Whatever was going on, Narmer couldn't even be sure himself, but he's heard screams of 'robbery' and 'thief' that he's managed to piece together the rough idea that it was likely they were getting robbed. But how? Was the Sheifa Hei not well guarded? It wasn't as if they lacked the coin to hire enough guards for such a prestigious and expensive event,
That the Queen herself was in attendance in the event did not mean well for their wellbeing, and when Narmer suddenly recalled Hatshepsut's attendance, his first reaction was to whip around to see if he could locate the Queen, failing due to the lack of eyesight he currently had in the low lights. What he did catch sight of however was drawn weapons glinting, and the man took a wild guess of it being the guards of the Queen.
Stumbling her way over, Narmer was breathless by the time he found his way to audible distance, and panted as he spoke. "Your Evening Radiance, please remove your jewelry and hand them to one of your guards. We'll have to find a way out of here for you." he said, all whilst the background of the nobility in attendance still panicking. "Please allow your guards to surround you, and follow me." he advised, before turning and squinting. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light, but when it did, he finally managed to identify the quickest route to the doors they had entered from, now open no doubt by the thieves themselves. For now however, it was the best Narmer could work with as he made his way there, hoping that he'd be able to snag his nephew on his way.
Zai was nervous on this round, there was no denying it. But, he did anyway, to his brother, to his crew. They were all cool, he could be cool. They had robbed plenty of places but nothing this well guarded or valuable.
What did they think they were going to do with all these jewels anyway? It’s not like anyone in the city would purchase them, they were far too recognizable as the stolen jewels from the famous robbery that was about to happen.
Still, that was only one side of him. The other side thrilled at the risk and adventure…and the prize. Sell them? No way, he would wear them in their private enclave and be like a king. More rich than the bitch that threw he and his brother out all those years ago. She would be green with envy. That desire to imagine her pounding on the door to get in and take from him what he had spurned him on. He would be so tempted to travel back to that fucking house so she could see how successful he was without her. Without her home and without her support. His hatred made him bolder, braver, stupider.
He twirled his short sword and charged forward as the doors slammed and the lights went out. He had memorized the room’s layout, the only thing that could halt him was a person in his way. He pulled a cloth over his face to hide it, eventually they would leave and he would not want to be recognized.
Grabbing up what he had seen and targeted when the lights were on, he filled a sack at his side. Listening to the panic around him, he was keen to the sounds of his comrades doing the same job he was. He walked fast but slammed bodily into someone, neither seemed to expect it, both moving very quietly. Zai’s sword pointed forward and he grabbed for the person, “Strip your jewels now.” He growled, imaging the person was the cunt who tossed two young boys on the street.
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Zai was nervous on this round, there was no denying it. But, he did anyway, to his brother, to his crew. They were all cool, he could be cool. They had robbed plenty of places but nothing this well guarded or valuable.
What did they think they were going to do with all these jewels anyway? It’s not like anyone in the city would purchase them, they were far too recognizable as the stolen jewels from the famous robbery that was about to happen.
Still, that was only one side of him. The other side thrilled at the risk and adventure…and the prize. Sell them? No way, he would wear them in their private enclave and be like a king. More rich than the bitch that threw he and his brother out all those years ago. She would be green with envy. That desire to imagine her pounding on the door to get in and take from him what he had spurned him on. He would be so tempted to travel back to that fucking house so she could see how successful he was without her. Without her home and without her support. His hatred made him bolder, braver, stupider.
He twirled his short sword and charged forward as the doors slammed and the lights went out. He had memorized the room’s layout, the only thing that could halt him was a person in his way. He pulled a cloth over his face to hide it, eventually they would leave and he would not want to be recognized.
Grabbing up what he had seen and targeted when the lights were on, he filled a sack at his side. Listening to the panic around him, he was keen to the sounds of his comrades doing the same job he was. He walked fast but slammed bodily into someone, neither seemed to expect it, both moving very quietly. Zai’s sword pointed forward and he grabbed for the person, “Strip your jewels now.” He growled, imaging the person was the cunt who tossed two young boys on the street.
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Zai was nervous on this round, there was no denying it. But, he did anyway, to his brother, to his crew. They were all cool, he could be cool. They had robbed plenty of places but nothing this well guarded or valuable.
What did they think they were going to do with all these jewels anyway? It’s not like anyone in the city would purchase them, they were far too recognizable as the stolen jewels from the famous robbery that was about to happen.
Still, that was only one side of him. The other side thrilled at the risk and adventure…and the prize. Sell them? No way, he would wear them in their private enclave and be like a king. More rich than the bitch that threw he and his brother out all those years ago. She would be green with envy. That desire to imagine her pounding on the door to get in and take from him what he had spurned him on. He would be so tempted to travel back to that fucking house so she could see how successful he was without her. Without her home and without her support. His hatred made him bolder, braver, stupider.
He twirled his short sword and charged forward as the doors slammed and the lights went out. He had memorized the room’s layout, the only thing that could halt him was a person in his way. He pulled a cloth over his face to hide it, eventually they would leave and he would not want to be recognized.
Grabbing up what he had seen and targeted when the lights were on, he filled a sack at his side. Listening to the panic around him, he was keen to the sounds of his comrades doing the same job he was. He walked fast but slammed bodily into someone, neither seemed to expect it, both moving very quietly. Zai’s sword pointed forward and he grabbed for the person, “Strip your jewels now.” He growled, imaging the person was the cunt who tossed two young boys on the street.
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Iaheru tensed away from Narmer at the suggestion, a look of displeasure coming over her face even in such opulent and joyous of occasions. "Yes, why, he's over there," Iaheru gestured with her open palm, more than happy to pressure the man into intimacy for show. Yet, she found that she didn't care for what men and women below her station thought of her, "Attendance is necessary for our houses to know each other once more, and feed off of each others emergent competencies." Iaheru began talking with her hands as she noticed the arrival of the sweet Hathesput out of the corner of golden eyes. The presence of a queen immediately shifting the focus of Narmer attending to her to her attending to Hathesput as the hostess.
Before Iaheru could greet the queen, the lights went dim. Set's muscles became rigid as Iaheru calmly glanced about the room and took stock of her family. "Oh, this will not do."
Her mind is flooded with a calculated anxiety. Her image was far more valuable than her jewels, even more valuable, her family. Resourcefulness was always favored the young girl ribbeting through the crowded streets of Cairo before she was confined to court. An education fueling a keen woman by nature. Iaheru took off her cloak and passed it to Set, removing a hard steel pin from her headdress."There's a torch about 20 paces left, go get it." She demands with fury in her eyes that met Onuphrious's before the room glimmered amber. "And tell the 3rd heat of guards to attend to guests, I want them safely by the doors."
Her fingers wrap around an obsidian pendant, hoping the volcanic stone from a far off Grecian island would be hard enough to replicate what Onuphrious demonstrated in their early years of marriage. Sweetly, during their travels and trades, they'd make fire on river banks. Surely, she was no stranger to flint and steel, but it was during their working travel that she became adept at nursing a fire to destructive, purifying heat.
Set returned with her cloak and torch. Striking downwards with her pin, sparks and jagged obsidian cut into her skin, her repeated strikes lighting her cloak ablaze in the arms of her loyalest guard. Once a rageful fire curled the edges of peacock feathers and lit the room, Iaheru threw it on the ground away from the tables, smoke curling through the filigrees providing proof of daylight but no promise of escape. Set ignited the torch, flames wavering in the eyes of prey scanning her court as he leaves his mistress and bobs distinctively through the throngs of nobles.
Iaheru nervously paced, ambling upon a canvas tablecloth littered in jewels. Wrapping the table up in a gracefully shaky movement, she tosses the sack under the stall. This was how she'd save face while she could. Hurriedly, she bustled to the next stall.
"Strip your jewels now," A hand follows the demand. Iaheru's wide eyes and clenched teeth provide no response. The matriarch back hands her burglar, her diamond mail networked sleeves cutting foreign flesh.
The room was beginning to dot with orange flickering orbs, Iaheru's sneer incongruent with frightened (or frightening) eyes. "You've enough bounty, best you leave with your life."
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Iaheru tensed away from Narmer at the suggestion, a look of displeasure coming over her face even in such opulent and joyous of occasions. "Yes, why, he's over there," Iaheru gestured with her open palm, more than happy to pressure the man into intimacy for show. Yet, she found that she didn't care for what men and women below her station thought of her, "Attendance is necessary for our houses to know each other once more, and feed off of each others emergent competencies." Iaheru began talking with her hands as she noticed the arrival of the sweet Hathesput out of the corner of golden eyes. The presence of a queen immediately shifting the focus of Narmer attending to her to her attending to Hathesput as the hostess.
Before Iaheru could greet the queen, the lights went dim. Set's muscles became rigid as Iaheru calmly glanced about the room and took stock of her family. "Oh, this will not do."
Her mind is flooded with a calculated anxiety. Her image was far more valuable than her jewels, even more valuable, her family. Resourcefulness was always favored the young girl ribbeting through the crowded streets of Cairo before she was confined to court. An education fueling a keen woman by nature. Iaheru took off her cloak and passed it to Set, removing a hard steel pin from her headdress."There's a torch about 20 paces left, go get it." She demands with fury in her eyes that met Onuphrious's before the room glimmered amber. "And tell the 3rd heat of guards to attend to guests, I want them safely by the doors."
Her fingers wrap around an obsidian pendant, hoping the volcanic stone from a far off Grecian island would be hard enough to replicate what Onuphrious demonstrated in their early years of marriage. Sweetly, during their travels and trades, they'd make fire on river banks. Surely, she was no stranger to flint and steel, but it was during their working travel that she became adept at nursing a fire to destructive, purifying heat.
Set returned with her cloak and torch. Striking downwards with her pin, sparks and jagged obsidian cut into her skin, her repeated strikes lighting her cloak ablaze in the arms of her loyalest guard. Once a rageful fire curled the edges of peacock feathers and lit the room, Iaheru threw it on the ground away from the tables, smoke curling through the filigrees providing proof of daylight but no promise of escape. Set ignited the torch, flames wavering in the eyes of prey scanning her court as he leaves his mistress and bobs distinctively through the throngs of nobles.
Iaheru nervously paced, ambling upon a canvas tablecloth littered in jewels. Wrapping the table up in a gracefully shaky movement, she tosses the sack under the stall. This was how she'd save face while she could. Hurriedly, she bustled to the next stall.
"Strip your jewels now," A hand follows the demand. Iaheru's wide eyes and clenched teeth provide no response. The matriarch back hands her burglar, her diamond mail networked sleeves cutting foreign flesh.
The room was beginning to dot with orange flickering orbs, Iaheru's sneer incongruent with frightened (or frightening) eyes. "You've enough bounty, best you leave with your life."
Iaheru tensed away from Narmer at the suggestion, a look of displeasure coming over her face even in such opulent and joyous of occasions. "Yes, why, he's over there," Iaheru gestured with her open palm, more than happy to pressure the man into intimacy for show. Yet, she found that she didn't care for what men and women below her station thought of her, "Attendance is necessary for our houses to know each other once more, and feed off of each others emergent competencies." Iaheru began talking with her hands as she noticed the arrival of the sweet Hathesput out of the corner of golden eyes. The presence of a queen immediately shifting the focus of Narmer attending to her to her attending to Hathesput as the hostess.
Before Iaheru could greet the queen, the lights went dim. Set's muscles became rigid as Iaheru calmly glanced about the room and took stock of her family. "Oh, this will not do."
Her mind is flooded with a calculated anxiety. Her image was far more valuable than her jewels, even more valuable, her family. Resourcefulness was always favored the young girl ribbeting through the crowded streets of Cairo before she was confined to court. An education fueling a keen woman by nature. Iaheru took off her cloak and passed it to Set, removing a hard steel pin from her headdress."There's a torch about 20 paces left, go get it." She demands with fury in her eyes that met Onuphrious's before the room glimmered amber. "And tell the 3rd heat of guards to attend to guests, I want them safely by the doors."
Her fingers wrap around an obsidian pendant, hoping the volcanic stone from a far off Grecian island would be hard enough to replicate what Onuphrious demonstrated in their early years of marriage. Sweetly, during their travels and trades, they'd make fire on river banks. Surely, she was no stranger to flint and steel, but it was during their working travel that she became adept at nursing a fire to destructive, purifying heat.
Set returned with her cloak and torch. Striking downwards with her pin, sparks and jagged obsidian cut into her skin, her repeated strikes lighting her cloak ablaze in the arms of her loyalest guard. Once a rageful fire curled the edges of peacock feathers and lit the room, Iaheru threw it on the ground away from the tables, smoke curling through the filigrees providing proof of daylight but no promise of escape. Set ignited the torch, flames wavering in the eyes of prey scanning her court as he leaves his mistress and bobs distinctively through the throngs of nobles.
Iaheru nervously paced, ambling upon a canvas tablecloth littered in jewels. Wrapping the table up in a gracefully shaky movement, she tosses the sack under the stall. This was how she'd save face while she could. Hurriedly, she bustled to the next stall.
"Strip your jewels now," A hand follows the demand. Iaheru's wide eyes and clenched teeth provide no response. The matriarch back hands her burglar, her diamond mail networked sleeves cutting foreign flesh.
The room was beginning to dot with orange flickering orbs, Iaheru's sneer incongruent with frightened (or frightening) eyes. "You've enough bounty, best you leave with your life."
The shouts continued, and the slap of sandals on the floor increased as the guests attempted to flee. Hatshepsut heard voices demanding that people remove their jewelry. So the thieves weren’t satisfied with the priceless merchandise; they wanted the jewelry of the nobles as well. Maybe their greed would be their downfall and they would be apprehended soon.
Inside her protective cocoon, the young queen fell to her knees and began to pray for the safety of her people, closing her eyes and trying to ignore the chaos around her. Nefret hopped off her shoulder and onto the floor. She pulled the monkey’s leash close so that she wouldn’t try to slip between the legs of the royal guards.
Nobody would dare approach the deadly shield that kept her safe. Unless there was a large band of thieves in the house, they would never be able to overpower them. The nobles, though, were at the mercy of the intruders. Perhaps the entreaties of their chosen representative would convince the gods to turn the tables on the thieves and they would be the ones running in terror.
It seemed like only a few minutes had passed when she heard Sirdar H'Haikaddad’s voice calling to her. Remove her jewelry? She was in no danger of losing it and it was doubtful that the thieves would be able to make a profit from pieces of the royal collection. But the jewels could be removed and the gold melted down...
Rising to her feet, she did as Narmer asked. After taking off her belt, Hatshepsut was able to slip out of kalisaris. Now dressed only in her purple shift, she bundled all the jewelry inside the filmy piece of fabric. There was no place for one of her guards to store it in his armor. Even if there was, its bulk might hinder his movements. So she wrapped the kalisaris around her own waist and tied it securely. No one would dare lay a hand on the queen. Or so she hoped.
“I’m ready, Sirdar,” she announced, loudly enough that he could hear but not so loud that the thieves would be alerted to her presence. Giving the order for her guards to follow the Sirdar, the contingent began slowly moving, keeping Hatshepsut completely concealed. She trusted that Narmer knew where he was going and that she would be back in her sedan chair. There would be no need for more than a couple of guards then and she could send the others back to help subdue the intruders.
The acrid scent of smoke assailed her nose and she began to cough. Her guards seemed unbothered by it. They had been very well trained. "What is happening, Sirdar?" she asked. "Did the thieves set the house on fire?"
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The shouts continued, and the slap of sandals on the floor increased as the guests attempted to flee. Hatshepsut heard voices demanding that people remove their jewelry. So the thieves weren’t satisfied with the priceless merchandise; they wanted the jewelry of the nobles as well. Maybe their greed would be their downfall and they would be apprehended soon.
Inside her protective cocoon, the young queen fell to her knees and began to pray for the safety of her people, closing her eyes and trying to ignore the chaos around her. Nefret hopped off her shoulder and onto the floor. She pulled the monkey’s leash close so that she wouldn’t try to slip between the legs of the royal guards.
Nobody would dare approach the deadly shield that kept her safe. Unless there was a large band of thieves in the house, they would never be able to overpower them. The nobles, though, were at the mercy of the intruders. Perhaps the entreaties of their chosen representative would convince the gods to turn the tables on the thieves and they would be the ones running in terror.
It seemed like only a few minutes had passed when she heard Sirdar H'Haikaddad’s voice calling to her. Remove her jewelry? She was in no danger of losing it and it was doubtful that the thieves would be able to make a profit from pieces of the royal collection. But the jewels could be removed and the gold melted down...
Rising to her feet, she did as Narmer asked. After taking off her belt, Hatshepsut was able to slip out of kalisaris. Now dressed only in her purple shift, she bundled all the jewelry inside the filmy piece of fabric. There was no place for one of her guards to store it in his armor. Even if there was, its bulk might hinder his movements. So she wrapped the kalisaris around her own waist and tied it securely. No one would dare lay a hand on the queen. Or so she hoped.
“I’m ready, Sirdar,” she announced, loudly enough that he could hear but not so loud that the thieves would be alerted to her presence. Giving the order for her guards to follow the Sirdar, the contingent began slowly moving, keeping Hatshepsut completely concealed. She trusted that Narmer knew where he was going and that she would be back in her sedan chair. There would be no need for more than a couple of guards then and she could send the others back to help subdue the intruders.
The acrid scent of smoke assailed her nose and she began to cough. Her guards seemed unbothered by it. They had been very well trained. "What is happening, Sirdar?" she asked. "Did the thieves set the house on fire?"
The shouts continued, and the slap of sandals on the floor increased as the guests attempted to flee. Hatshepsut heard voices demanding that people remove their jewelry. So the thieves weren’t satisfied with the priceless merchandise; they wanted the jewelry of the nobles as well. Maybe their greed would be their downfall and they would be apprehended soon.
Inside her protective cocoon, the young queen fell to her knees and began to pray for the safety of her people, closing her eyes and trying to ignore the chaos around her. Nefret hopped off her shoulder and onto the floor. She pulled the monkey’s leash close so that she wouldn’t try to slip between the legs of the royal guards.
Nobody would dare approach the deadly shield that kept her safe. Unless there was a large band of thieves in the house, they would never be able to overpower them. The nobles, though, were at the mercy of the intruders. Perhaps the entreaties of their chosen representative would convince the gods to turn the tables on the thieves and they would be the ones running in terror.
It seemed like only a few minutes had passed when she heard Sirdar H'Haikaddad’s voice calling to her. Remove her jewelry? She was in no danger of losing it and it was doubtful that the thieves would be able to make a profit from pieces of the royal collection. But the jewels could be removed and the gold melted down...
Rising to her feet, she did as Narmer asked. After taking off her belt, Hatshepsut was able to slip out of kalisaris. Now dressed only in her purple shift, she bundled all the jewelry inside the filmy piece of fabric. There was no place for one of her guards to store it in his armor. Even if there was, its bulk might hinder his movements. So she wrapped the kalisaris around her own waist and tied it securely. No one would dare lay a hand on the queen. Or so she hoped.
“I’m ready, Sirdar,” she announced, loudly enough that he could hear but not so loud that the thieves would be alerted to her presence. Giving the order for her guards to follow the Sirdar, the contingent began slowly moving, keeping Hatshepsut completely concealed. She trusted that Narmer knew where he was going and that she would be back in her sedan chair. There would be no need for more than a couple of guards then and she could send the others back to help subdue the intruders.
The acrid scent of smoke assailed her nose and she began to cough. Her guards seemed unbothered by it. They had been very well trained. "What is happening, Sirdar?" she asked. "Did the thieves set the house on fire?"
While the Queen had a knot of guards defending her, Narmer did not wish to take any chances. Briefly sending a thanks up to the Gods, he looked at the guards as he tried to assess the situation. Narmer may not be adept at handling courtly interactions and noble conversations, but what he was good at, was making split second decisions in the face of danger, something any military man worth his salt would've been trained in.
As the Queen had stripped herself of her jewelry, Narmer had made a quick assessment of the situation. With the chaos, it was not worth trying to bring the young Queen directly to the exit, for it would only put her at higher risk if she was noticed. Instead, Narmer sought for a path via the walls, intending to bring the Queen out via the security provided on the edges of the saraaya's largest room.
But it would appear the owners of the saraaya themselves had different ideas.
Just as Hatshepsut's query reached his ears, Narmer too began to notice the acrid scent in the air and frowned, instinctively searching for the source of the scent. It didn't take long for the young Haikaddad lord to find the large cloak on fire in the middle of the room,no doubt set ablaze by the Sirdsett of Sheifa herself. While it may seem a waste, Narmer did not doubt that she had thought of it as the best way. Blind and with no aid of sight, the nobles were at the mercy of the thieves, but with the flickering fire of the cloak in the middle, it provded them with shadows and glimpses of pathways they could use to escape, and leaves them not entirely at the mercy of the thieves.
"Not the saraaya, Your Evening Radiance, but it is light for us to get away." he murmured, continuing to lead the way. Under the dim lighting provided, Narmer managed to pick his way through the room, and would've managed to get himself and the queen out, had his eyes not managed to suddenly catch the way Iaheru was cornered.
Damn him and his hero complex.
"Your Evening Radiance, please allow your guards to bring you the short distance it takes to the exit." he murmured, gesturing so her guards would be able to see the exit which wasn't at all far from where they stood. The flames from the cloak would be dying out soon, but as long as the entourage moved fast, they would be able to get there, Narmer hoped.
Without another word, he turned and weaved through the crowds. While he had no doubt the Sheifa matriarch could hold herself up well judging from her bckhand, he at least wanted to be on hand in case things got ugly. And where was that nephew of his?
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While the Queen had a knot of guards defending her, Narmer did not wish to take any chances. Briefly sending a thanks up to the Gods, he looked at the guards as he tried to assess the situation. Narmer may not be adept at handling courtly interactions and noble conversations, but what he was good at, was making split second decisions in the face of danger, something any military man worth his salt would've been trained in.
As the Queen had stripped herself of her jewelry, Narmer had made a quick assessment of the situation. With the chaos, it was not worth trying to bring the young Queen directly to the exit, for it would only put her at higher risk if she was noticed. Instead, Narmer sought for a path via the walls, intending to bring the Queen out via the security provided on the edges of the saraaya's largest room.
But it would appear the owners of the saraaya themselves had different ideas.
Just as Hatshepsut's query reached his ears, Narmer too began to notice the acrid scent in the air and frowned, instinctively searching for the source of the scent. It didn't take long for the young Haikaddad lord to find the large cloak on fire in the middle of the room,no doubt set ablaze by the Sirdsett of Sheifa herself. While it may seem a waste, Narmer did not doubt that she had thought of it as the best way. Blind and with no aid of sight, the nobles were at the mercy of the thieves, but with the flickering fire of the cloak in the middle, it provded them with shadows and glimpses of pathways they could use to escape, and leaves them not entirely at the mercy of the thieves.
"Not the saraaya, Your Evening Radiance, but it is light for us to get away." he murmured, continuing to lead the way. Under the dim lighting provided, Narmer managed to pick his way through the room, and would've managed to get himself and the queen out, had his eyes not managed to suddenly catch the way Iaheru was cornered.
Damn him and his hero complex.
"Your Evening Radiance, please allow your guards to bring you the short distance it takes to the exit." he murmured, gesturing so her guards would be able to see the exit which wasn't at all far from where they stood. The flames from the cloak would be dying out soon, but as long as the entourage moved fast, they would be able to get there, Narmer hoped.
Without another word, he turned and weaved through the crowds. While he had no doubt the Sheifa matriarch could hold herself up well judging from her bckhand, he at least wanted to be on hand in case things got ugly. And where was that nephew of his?
While the Queen had a knot of guards defending her, Narmer did not wish to take any chances. Briefly sending a thanks up to the Gods, he looked at the guards as he tried to assess the situation. Narmer may not be adept at handling courtly interactions and noble conversations, but what he was good at, was making split second decisions in the face of danger, something any military man worth his salt would've been trained in.
As the Queen had stripped herself of her jewelry, Narmer had made a quick assessment of the situation. With the chaos, it was not worth trying to bring the young Queen directly to the exit, for it would only put her at higher risk if she was noticed. Instead, Narmer sought for a path via the walls, intending to bring the Queen out via the security provided on the edges of the saraaya's largest room.
But it would appear the owners of the saraaya themselves had different ideas.
Just as Hatshepsut's query reached his ears, Narmer too began to notice the acrid scent in the air and frowned, instinctively searching for the source of the scent. It didn't take long for the young Haikaddad lord to find the large cloak on fire in the middle of the room,no doubt set ablaze by the Sirdsett of Sheifa herself. While it may seem a waste, Narmer did not doubt that she had thought of it as the best way. Blind and with no aid of sight, the nobles were at the mercy of the thieves, but with the flickering fire of the cloak in the middle, it provded them with shadows and glimpses of pathways they could use to escape, and leaves them not entirely at the mercy of the thieves.
"Not the saraaya, Your Evening Radiance, but it is light for us to get away." he murmured, continuing to lead the way. Under the dim lighting provided, Narmer managed to pick his way through the room, and would've managed to get himself and the queen out, had his eyes not managed to suddenly catch the way Iaheru was cornered.
Damn him and his hero complex.
"Your Evening Radiance, please allow your guards to bring you the short distance it takes to the exit." he murmured, gesturing so her guards would be able to see the exit which wasn't at all far from where they stood. The flames from the cloak would be dying out soon, but as long as the entourage moved fast, they would be able to get there, Narmer hoped.
Without another word, he turned and weaved through the crowds. While he had no doubt the Sheifa matriarch could hold herself up well judging from her bckhand, he at least wanted to be on hand in case things got ugly. And where was that nephew of his?