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Neithotep leaned with her elbows on the table where she was seated, blowing hair out of her face with a bored expression. It was her sister Nefertaari’s birthday, and because of that, this was one party she wasn’t able to get herself out of. She’d tried, of course; it wasn’t like she and Nef ever got along well. She’d done her best to reason with her mother that it’d be miserable for her to be there, that she’d only bring the mood down with her petulance, but Iaheru would hear none of it. They were a family, she’d insisted, and they needed to act like one.
Funny how that only worked when it came to the good daughter.
Nefertaari was the center of attention, Nia watching with a roll of her eyes as nobleman after nobleman came to dote on her sister. She didn’t really see what people liked about her, other than she was beautiful, just like the rest of the Sheifa children. Then again, that was all it really took with men. Nef could have the personality of day-old bread, which in Nia’s opinion, she did, but as long as she was beautiful, she’d still have them fawning all over her.
At least Nia was fun and pretty. Or maybe she was just jealous. Either way.
Longingly, she searched the room for the visage of her youngest brother, Akhenaten, but it seemed that somehow he had managed to shimmy his way out of this dreadful affair. Lip curling with a sigh, she sank down further into her chair in irritation. The least he could have done was found her first. How dare he leave her behind in all this garish pomp and circumstance?
Mahogany eyes roamed over the other guests, taking in the cream of the Egyptian nobility with the barest drop of interest. Most of them seemed to be having a good time, no shortage of laughter or smiles to be found. After all, Hei Sheifa was well used to hosting such affairs, even for other families, so it should come as no surprise that her parents would go all out for own of their own. There was an abundance of the finest food and rarest delicacies, a never-ceasing flow of beer and mead, music played by the most talented hands to be found in Thebes, and yet it all just felt… empty. Ostentatious for no reason. By all rights, it was a party Nia should have enjoyed, but somehow the snide remarks her sister kept slipping her way took all the fun right out of it.
Finally, she settled on a table a few over from hers where a man lounged who looked just as bored as she did. Vaguely, she recognized him as the younger Osorsen H’Moghadam, a family she knew by sight and reputation, but one she’d rarely interacted with. Truthfully, she avoided most of the Court like the plague, but she had to keep herself entertained somehow in the coming hours. Who better to occupy her time than someone else who didn’t seem overly charmed by her harpy of a sister?
Grabbing her brimming glass of ale and rising from her chair in a fluid motion, she sauntered over to the table where Osorsen sat, pulling up the seat next to him and sliding into it. “You look about as thrilled as I feel,” she teased with a vague smile, raising her glass to her lips and taking a considerable swallow. “Don’t tell me you’re not here to worship her almighty prestige, Lady Nefertaari. You’ll only break her heart and swell mine.”
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Neithotep leaned with her elbows on the table where she was seated, blowing hair out of her face with a bored expression. It was her sister Nefertaari’s birthday, and because of that, this was one party she wasn’t able to get herself out of. She’d tried, of course; it wasn’t like she and Nef ever got along well. She’d done her best to reason with her mother that it’d be miserable for her to be there, that she’d only bring the mood down with her petulance, but Iaheru would hear none of it. They were a family, she’d insisted, and they needed to act like one.
Funny how that only worked when it came to the good daughter.
Nefertaari was the center of attention, Nia watching with a roll of her eyes as nobleman after nobleman came to dote on her sister. She didn’t really see what people liked about her, other than she was beautiful, just like the rest of the Sheifa children. Then again, that was all it really took with men. Nef could have the personality of day-old bread, which in Nia’s opinion, she did, but as long as she was beautiful, she’d still have them fawning all over her.
At least Nia was fun and pretty. Or maybe she was just jealous. Either way.
Longingly, she searched the room for the visage of her youngest brother, Akhenaten, but it seemed that somehow he had managed to shimmy his way out of this dreadful affair. Lip curling with a sigh, she sank down further into her chair in irritation. The least he could have done was found her first. How dare he leave her behind in all this garish pomp and circumstance?
Mahogany eyes roamed over the other guests, taking in the cream of the Egyptian nobility with the barest drop of interest. Most of them seemed to be having a good time, no shortage of laughter or smiles to be found. After all, Hei Sheifa was well used to hosting such affairs, even for other families, so it should come as no surprise that her parents would go all out for own of their own. There was an abundance of the finest food and rarest delicacies, a never-ceasing flow of beer and mead, music played by the most talented hands to be found in Thebes, and yet it all just felt… empty. Ostentatious for no reason. By all rights, it was a party Nia should have enjoyed, but somehow the snide remarks her sister kept slipping her way took all the fun right out of it.
Finally, she settled on a table a few over from hers where a man lounged who looked just as bored as she did. Vaguely, she recognized him as the younger Osorsen H’Moghadam, a family she knew by sight and reputation, but one she’d rarely interacted with. Truthfully, she avoided most of the Court like the plague, but she had to keep herself entertained somehow in the coming hours. Who better to occupy her time than someone else who didn’t seem overly charmed by her harpy of a sister?
Grabbing her brimming glass of ale and rising from her chair in a fluid motion, she sauntered over to the table where Osorsen sat, pulling up the seat next to him and sliding into it. “You look about as thrilled as I feel,” she teased with a vague smile, raising her glass to her lips and taking a considerable swallow. “Don’t tell me you’re not here to worship her almighty prestige, Lady Nefertaari. You’ll only break her heart and swell mine.”
Neithotep leaned with her elbows on the table where she was seated, blowing hair out of her face with a bored expression. It was her sister Nefertaari’s birthday, and because of that, this was one party she wasn’t able to get herself out of. She’d tried, of course; it wasn’t like she and Nef ever got along well. She’d done her best to reason with her mother that it’d be miserable for her to be there, that she’d only bring the mood down with her petulance, but Iaheru would hear none of it. They were a family, she’d insisted, and they needed to act like one.
Funny how that only worked when it came to the good daughter.
Nefertaari was the center of attention, Nia watching with a roll of her eyes as nobleman after nobleman came to dote on her sister. She didn’t really see what people liked about her, other than she was beautiful, just like the rest of the Sheifa children. Then again, that was all it really took with men. Nef could have the personality of day-old bread, which in Nia’s opinion, she did, but as long as she was beautiful, she’d still have them fawning all over her.
At least Nia was fun and pretty. Or maybe she was just jealous. Either way.
Longingly, she searched the room for the visage of her youngest brother, Akhenaten, but it seemed that somehow he had managed to shimmy his way out of this dreadful affair. Lip curling with a sigh, she sank down further into her chair in irritation. The least he could have done was found her first. How dare he leave her behind in all this garish pomp and circumstance?
Mahogany eyes roamed over the other guests, taking in the cream of the Egyptian nobility with the barest drop of interest. Most of them seemed to be having a good time, no shortage of laughter or smiles to be found. After all, Hei Sheifa was well used to hosting such affairs, even for other families, so it should come as no surprise that her parents would go all out for own of their own. There was an abundance of the finest food and rarest delicacies, a never-ceasing flow of beer and mead, music played by the most talented hands to be found in Thebes, and yet it all just felt… empty. Ostentatious for no reason. By all rights, it was a party Nia should have enjoyed, but somehow the snide remarks her sister kept slipping her way took all the fun right out of it.
Finally, she settled on a table a few over from hers where a man lounged who looked just as bored as she did. Vaguely, she recognized him as the younger Osorsen H’Moghadam, a family she knew by sight and reputation, but one she’d rarely interacted with. Truthfully, she avoided most of the Court like the plague, but she had to keep herself entertained somehow in the coming hours. Who better to occupy her time than someone else who didn’t seem overly charmed by her harpy of a sister?
Grabbing her brimming glass of ale and rising from her chair in a fluid motion, she sauntered over to the table where Osorsen sat, pulling up the seat next to him and sliding into it. “You look about as thrilled as I feel,” she teased with a vague smile, raising her glass to her lips and taking a considerable swallow. “Don’t tell me you’re not here to worship her almighty prestige, Lady Nefertaari. You’ll only break her heart and swell mine.”
Ever since his grandfather's leg had begun to fail him, the elder of the Moghadam family was less and less likely to appear at social functions. The senior member had never liked them much to begin with, and now that Oso had the time and reputation to be an acceptable replacement, he had been attending far too many events out of obligation than usual. It felt as if it was some sort of punishment, and really the family's presence wasn't truly required at half of these things. A young woman's birthday party was the last thing on the soldier's mind. If he hadn't been nursing a fresh wound from the southern tribes skirmish when this had been handed to him, he wouldn't have been weak enough to say yes. But he had and so here he was.
In the back of his mind, there was the lingering assumption that his grandfather wanted him to marry one of these girls, why else would he suddenly be in attendance at so many parties celebrating them? Nearing the age of thirty he supposed it made sense for him to eventually settle down, but there felt no rush in him to do so. He was a man of battle, one of the youngest generals in the Queen's army, and had no equal save another general called Iahotep who was already reaching past his peak and prime. There was much he could do before wife and child and duty to family tied him down.
And so he was bored out of his mind, a glass of wine in his hand as he leaned far back away from the table. The expression he wore was not quite a scowl, but it was decidedly uninterested in what was taking place around him. He'd donned a jeweled collar and belt over his linen kilt and sandals at his grandfather's insistence, but made no attempt to cover the tattoos or tame his short black hair that seemed so unappealing to most of the high society. The shaving of heads and wearing of wigs always seemed to him far too time consuming and pointless when his own hair did just fine. As for the black marks across his left arm and shoulder, it was his own story tracing the victories of his time with a new one added after every campaign. At least he'd had the decency to shave his beard so as not to horribly offend everyone.
The new presence and voice was a surprise, but as she smiled at him and spoke with a tone of her own disdain, he decided she wasn't the worst companion he could have this evening. Neithotep, he'd thought he remembered her name from the last party he'd been forced to attend, or perhaps that was her sister they celebrated this evening.
"I am here because my grandfather was unable to attend, and delights in sending me to events he knows I will find interminably dull. He thinks it builds better character than a battle." Lifting his glass of wine in a toast to her, Osorsen downed his before turning to assess her better, his expression lightening to one of less dour composure. "My intent is to break no hearts this evening, do you believe me in danger of that?"
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Ever since his grandfather's leg had begun to fail him, the elder of the Moghadam family was less and less likely to appear at social functions. The senior member had never liked them much to begin with, and now that Oso had the time and reputation to be an acceptable replacement, he had been attending far too many events out of obligation than usual. It felt as if it was some sort of punishment, and really the family's presence wasn't truly required at half of these things. A young woman's birthday party was the last thing on the soldier's mind. If he hadn't been nursing a fresh wound from the southern tribes skirmish when this had been handed to him, he wouldn't have been weak enough to say yes. But he had and so here he was.
In the back of his mind, there was the lingering assumption that his grandfather wanted him to marry one of these girls, why else would he suddenly be in attendance at so many parties celebrating them? Nearing the age of thirty he supposed it made sense for him to eventually settle down, but there felt no rush in him to do so. He was a man of battle, one of the youngest generals in the Queen's army, and had no equal save another general called Iahotep who was already reaching past his peak and prime. There was much he could do before wife and child and duty to family tied him down.
And so he was bored out of his mind, a glass of wine in his hand as he leaned far back away from the table. The expression he wore was not quite a scowl, but it was decidedly uninterested in what was taking place around him. He'd donned a jeweled collar and belt over his linen kilt and sandals at his grandfather's insistence, but made no attempt to cover the tattoos or tame his short black hair that seemed so unappealing to most of the high society. The shaving of heads and wearing of wigs always seemed to him far too time consuming and pointless when his own hair did just fine. As for the black marks across his left arm and shoulder, it was his own story tracing the victories of his time with a new one added after every campaign. At least he'd had the decency to shave his beard so as not to horribly offend everyone.
The new presence and voice was a surprise, but as she smiled at him and spoke with a tone of her own disdain, he decided she wasn't the worst companion he could have this evening. Neithotep, he'd thought he remembered her name from the last party he'd been forced to attend, or perhaps that was her sister they celebrated this evening.
"I am here because my grandfather was unable to attend, and delights in sending me to events he knows I will find interminably dull. He thinks it builds better character than a battle." Lifting his glass of wine in a toast to her, Osorsen downed his before turning to assess her better, his expression lightening to one of less dour composure. "My intent is to break no hearts this evening, do you believe me in danger of that?"
Ever since his grandfather's leg had begun to fail him, the elder of the Moghadam family was less and less likely to appear at social functions. The senior member had never liked them much to begin with, and now that Oso had the time and reputation to be an acceptable replacement, he had been attending far too many events out of obligation than usual. It felt as if it was some sort of punishment, and really the family's presence wasn't truly required at half of these things. A young woman's birthday party was the last thing on the soldier's mind. If he hadn't been nursing a fresh wound from the southern tribes skirmish when this had been handed to him, he wouldn't have been weak enough to say yes. But he had and so here he was.
In the back of his mind, there was the lingering assumption that his grandfather wanted him to marry one of these girls, why else would he suddenly be in attendance at so many parties celebrating them? Nearing the age of thirty he supposed it made sense for him to eventually settle down, but there felt no rush in him to do so. He was a man of battle, one of the youngest generals in the Queen's army, and had no equal save another general called Iahotep who was already reaching past his peak and prime. There was much he could do before wife and child and duty to family tied him down.
And so he was bored out of his mind, a glass of wine in his hand as he leaned far back away from the table. The expression he wore was not quite a scowl, but it was decidedly uninterested in what was taking place around him. He'd donned a jeweled collar and belt over his linen kilt and sandals at his grandfather's insistence, but made no attempt to cover the tattoos or tame his short black hair that seemed so unappealing to most of the high society. The shaving of heads and wearing of wigs always seemed to him far too time consuming and pointless when his own hair did just fine. As for the black marks across his left arm and shoulder, it was his own story tracing the victories of his time with a new one added after every campaign. At least he'd had the decency to shave his beard so as not to horribly offend everyone.
The new presence and voice was a surprise, but as she smiled at him and spoke with a tone of her own disdain, he decided she wasn't the worst companion he could have this evening. Neithotep, he'd thought he remembered her name from the last party he'd been forced to attend, or perhaps that was her sister they celebrated this evening.
"I am here because my grandfather was unable to attend, and delights in sending me to events he knows I will find interminably dull. He thinks it builds better character than a battle." Lifting his glass of wine in a toast to her, Osorsen downed his before turning to assess her better, his expression lightening to one of less dour composure. "My intent is to break no hearts this evening, do you believe me in danger of that?"
“Honestly, I’m not sure if I’d rather be fighting a battle, myself,” Nia remarked, glancing toward her annoyingly radiant sister with a roll of her eyes. “Seems like that serves a purpose, anyway. I hate these types of parties, but my mother insists that I attend, especially when they involve my own family. She doesn’t make excuses about building character, at least.” Grinning at Osorsen, she chuckled. “She just insists I go and when I ask why, says something along the lines of ‘Because I said so.’ Which is worse? I’m not sure.”
My intent is to break no hearts this evening, do you believe me in danger of that?
At that, her grin got even wider before taking another swallow of her ale. Bold dark eyes quickly scanned over his form before sweeping back up to his face, mirth sparkling in their depths. “With a body like that, I’m certain you’re nearly always in danger of that, my lord,” was her unabashed reply, laughing as she set her tankard down. “Whether it’s your intent or not. Alas, but that is often the plight of the beautiful people.”
The young lady of Hei Sheifa was nothing if not an unashamed flirt, even if her tastes usually ran more toward a rougher type of man. Truly, she had no direct interest in the heir to Hei Moghadam, though she knew it would thrill her mother to no end if she could see them conversing now. In fact, she probably already had, and doubtless, Nia would never hear the end of it the next day. Ah, well. It was worth it if she had someone to keep her entertained throughout this dreadful affair.
“Lord Osorsen, correct?” she inquired, nearly as an afterthought, though she was almost certain she was right in her assumption of his identity, especially after he mentioned a grandfather. There weren’t many men who wore their hair like that or displayed tattoos, and if he was someone else, she’d been paying even less attention that she thought. “Neithotep,” she added by way of introduction, even though she figured he knew who she was, too. “Or Nia, if you prefer. Younger sister of the reason for this party, and the most notorious of the Sheifa children.”
She chuckled, shrugging in her own self-awareness. Even if she rarely attended Court, she wasn’t deaf to the whispers about her. Her decidedly unladylike behavior often preceded her, lending her a less than kind reputation. But she didn’t care about the opinions of men and woman who would smile at her as soon as they would stab her in the back. They could tear her to shreds as much as they wanted; she had no plans to change.
“What do you say we try to make this party a little more interesting?” she asked, a spark of mischief in her tone. “You care for a little contest?”
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“Honestly, I’m not sure if I’d rather be fighting a battle, myself,” Nia remarked, glancing toward her annoyingly radiant sister with a roll of her eyes. “Seems like that serves a purpose, anyway. I hate these types of parties, but my mother insists that I attend, especially when they involve my own family. She doesn’t make excuses about building character, at least.” Grinning at Osorsen, she chuckled. “She just insists I go and when I ask why, says something along the lines of ‘Because I said so.’ Which is worse? I’m not sure.”
My intent is to break no hearts this evening, do you believe me in danger of that?
At that, her grin got even wider before taking another swallow of her ale. Bold dark eyes quickly scanned over his form before sweeping back up to his face, mirth sparkling in their depths. “With a body like that, I’m certain you’re nearly always in danger of that, my lord,” was her unabashed reply, laughing as she set her tankard down. “Whether it’s your intent or not. Alas, but that is often the plight of the beautiful people.”
The young lady of Hei Sheifa was nothing if not an unashamed flirt, even if her tastes usually ran more toward a rougher type of man. Truly, she had no direct interest in the heir to Hei Moghadam, though she knew it would thrill her mother to no end if she could see them conversing now. In fact, she probably already had, and doubtless, Nia would never hear the end of it the next day. Ah, well. It was worth it if she had someone to keep her entertained throughout this dreadful affair.
“Lord Osorsen, correct?” she inquired, nearly as an afterthought, though she was almost certain she was right in her assumption of his identity, especially after he mentioned a grandfather. There weren’t many men who wore their hair like that or displayed tattoos, and if he was someone else, she’d been paying even less attention that she thought. “Neithotep,” she added by way of introduction, even though she figured he knew who she was, too. “Or Nia, if you prefer. Younger sister of the reason for this party, and the most notorious of the Sheifa children.”
She chuckled, shrugging in her own self-awareness. Even if she rarely attended Court, she wasn’t deaf to the whispers about her. Her decidedly unladylike behavior often preceded her, lending her a less than kind reputation. But she didn’t care about the opinions of men and woman who would smile at her as soon as they would stab her in the back. They could tear her to shreds as much as they wanted; she had no plans to change.
“What do you say we try to make this party a little more interesting?” she asked, a spark of mischief in her tone. “You care for a little contest?”
“Honestly, I’m not sure if I’d rather be fighting a battle, myself,” Nia remarked, glancing toward her annoyingly radiant sister with a roll of her eyes. “Seems like that serves a purpose, anyway. I hate these types of parties, but my mother insists that I attend, especially when they involve my own family. She doesn’t make excuses about building character, at least.” Grinning at Osorsen, she chuckled. “She just insists I go and when I ask why, says something along the lines of ‘Because I said so.’ Which is worse? I’m not sure.”
My intent is to break no hearts this evening, do you believe me in danger of that?
At that, her grin got even wider before taking another swallow of her ale. Bold dark eyes quickly scanned over his form before sweeping back up to his face, mirth sparkling in their depths. “With a body like that, I’m certain you’re nearly always in danger of that, my lord,” was her unabashed reply, laughing as she set her tankard down. “Whether it’s your intent or not. Alas, but that is often the plight of the beautiful people.”
The young lady of Hei Sheifa was nothing if not an unashamed flirt, even if her tastes usually ran more toward a rougher type of man. Truly, she had no direct interest in the heir to Hei Moghadam, though she knew it would thrill her mother to no end if she could see them conversing now. In fact, she probably already had, and doubtless, Nia would never hear the end of it the next day. Ah, well. It was worth it if she had someone to keep her entertained throughout this dreadful affair.
“Lord Osorsen, correct?” she inquired, nearly as an afterthought, though she was almost certain she was right in her assumption of his identity, especially after he mentioned a grandfather. There weren’t many men who wore their hair like that or displayed tattoos, and if he was someone else, she’d been paying even less attention that she thought. “Neithotep,” she added by way of introduction, even though she figured he knew who she was, too. “Or Nia, if you prefer. Younger sister of the reason for this party, and the most notorious of the Sheifa children.”
She chuckled, shrugging in her own self-awareness. Even if she rarely attended Court, she wasn’t deaf to the whispers about her. Her decidedly unladylike behavior often preceded her, lending her a less than kind reputation. But she didn’t care about the opinions of men and woman who would smile at her as soon as they would stab her in the back. They could tear her to shreds as much as they wanted; she had no plans to change.
“What do you say we try to make this party a little more interesting?” she asked, a spark of mischief in her tone. “You care for a little contest?”
Neithotep's obvious scorn for this type of event put him instantly at ease, and Osorsen found himself grinning easily, turning to face her fully with one side braced against the table and his drink in the other hand. Whatever purpose he'd been sent here for no longer mattered while she was offering a far more delightful distraction. The way her dark eyes raked over him was far from subtle, and he couldn't help but preen under her attentions. This was horrible for his vanity, and had any one of his comrades or grandfather seen such a thing they would have clapped him over the head, but he'd been sent here without proper purpose, and so he could do as he pleased.
"I should think you know full well the plight of beautiful people, my lady. Why is it not you we are lauding this evening? Your star shines far brighter than any other woman here."
Perhaps it was overkill, but with nothing to lose and everything to gain he only had to mirror her tone and see where the event would take them. Finishing his cup of ale in time to hear her introduction, he set it aside with a half smirk and a nod to confirm as she spoke his name. Osorsen was accustomed to people being able to identify him, one didn't choose to stick out so clearly in a court that valued hairless, smooth, perfect bodies without becoming used to the attention. He looked her over as intently as she had just scrutinized him and shifted toward her slightly.
"I know who you are." Her brash owning of her reputation as the most notorious Sheifa child was delightful, promising far more entertainment than he'd ever hoped to find at an event like this. "Notorious is just a dull person's way to call someone else interesting."
Lifting a brow again at her offer to make things more interesting, Oso glanced back around the room, determined that he didn't much care for what anyone currently present had to say, and turned back with a bold grin of his own. "What have you got in mind?"
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Neithotep's obvious scorn for this type of event put him instantly at ease, and Osorsen found himself grinning easily, turning to face her fully with one side braced against the table and his drink in the other hand. Whatever purpose he'd been sent here for no longer mattered while she was offering a far more delightful distraction. The way her dark eyes raked over him was far from subtle, and he couldn't help but preen under her attentions. This was horrible for his vanity, and had any one of his comrades or grandfather seen such a thing they would have clapped him over the head, but he'd been sent here without proper purpose, and so he could do as he pleased.
"I should think you know full well the plight of beautiful people, my lady. Why is it not you we are lauding this evening? Your star shines far brighter than any other woman here."
Perhaps it was overkill, but with nothing to lose and everything to gain he only had to mirror her tone and see where the event would take them. Finishing his cup of ale in time to hear her introduction, he set it aside with a half smirk and a nod to confirm as she spoke his name. Osorsen was accustomed to people being able to identify him, one didn't choose to stick out so clearly in a court that valued hairless, smooth, perfect bodies without becoming used to the attention. He looked her over as intently as she had just scrutinized him and shifted toward her slightly.
"I know who you are." Her brash owning of her reputation as the most notorious Sheifa child was delightful, promising far more entertainment than he'd ever hoped to find at an event like this. "Notorious is just a dull person's way to call someone else interesting."
Lifting a brow again at her offer to make things more interesting, Oso glanced back around the room, determined that he didn't much care for what anyone currently present had to say, and turned back with a bold grin of his own. "What have you got in mind?"
Neithotep's obvious scorn for this type of event put him instantly at ease, and Osorsen found himself grinning easily, turning to face her fully with one side braced against the table and his drink in the other hand. Whatever purpose he'd been sent here for no longer mattered while she was offering a far more delightful distraction. The way her dark eyes raked over him was far from subtle, and he couldn't help but preen under her attentions. This was horrible for his vanity, and had any one of his comrades or grandfather seen such a thing they would have clapped him over the head, but he'd been sent here without proper purpose, and so he could do as he pleased.
"I should think you know full well the plight of beautiful people, my lady. Why is it not you we are lauding this evening? Your star shines far brighter than any other woman here."
Perhaps it was overkill, but with nothing to lose and everything to gain he only had to mirror her tone and see where the event would take them. Finishing his cup of ale in time to hear her introduction, he set it aside with a half smirk and a nod to confirm as she spoke his name. Osorsen was accustomed to people being able to identify him, one didn't choose to stick out so clearly in a court that valued hairless, smooth, perfect bodies without becoming used to the attention. He looked her over as intently as she had just scrutinized him and shifted toward her slightly.
"I know who you are." Her brash owning of her reputation as the most notorious Sheifa child was delightful, promising far more entertainment than he'd ever hoped to find at an event like this. "Notorious is just a dull person's way to call someone else interesting."
Lifting a brow again at her offer to make things more interesting, Oso glanced back around the room, determined that he didn't much care for what anyone currently present had to say, and turned back with a bold grin of his own. "What have you got in mind?"
Your star shines far brighter than any other woman here.
At that, Nia couldn’t help but grin, whether that’s what he truly thought or not. If she was nothing else, she was beautiful, and it was a trait she took pride in, even if it was one she hadn’t cultivated herself. “Oh, my lord,” she replied with a tone of warm amusement, playfully brushing her hand over his beard. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
Laughing, she winked and added, “But we are not lauding me today because it’s not my birthday. And if it were, I can guarantee you this wouldn’t exactly be my idea of a good party.”
There was nothing but disdain in her gaze as she looked toward her sister basking in the attentions of lords near and far. She already liked Osorsen, if only for the fact that he was not up there among them. If he preferred her company to Nefertaari’s, obviously it showed he was a man of better taste than any of the simpering fools who fawned over the eldest of the Sheifa daughters. And besides, he was far more attractive than any of them. Nef could have all the ugly oxen she wanted; Nia was more than content to languish in the attention of the man next to her than any of the money-grubbing idiots who flocked to her sister like flies.
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At that, she started laughing all over again, turning her attention away from her sister’s admirers and back to Osorsen. The sound was rich and musical, resonating with the mischievous joy Neithotep wore like a mantle. “Oh, my lord, that silver tongue is going to get you into trouble today,” she purred once her laughter abated. “You’re already speaking my language.”
Laughter fading into a grin, she contemplated the manner of contest she was proposing. “I want this event to be… memorable,” she said with a heavy emphasis on the last word. “You see, at my last birthday celebration, Nefertaari ‘accidentally’ pushed me into one of the fountains and ruined my favorite kalasiris. I’d like to make sure my dear sister remembers this party as fondly as I remember mine.”
Eyeing the various slaves that meandered through the party, Nia thoughtfully tapped her chin. “So, what I’m proposing is fairly simple. The first one to convince one of the attendants to douse my sister in wine wins. Better yet if you even manage to do it yourself, but the catch is, she can’t know it was one of us. She managed to wriggle out of trouble by saying she was drunk and she tripped, then she ‘caught’ herself on me. I mean to get her back with no blame falling on me.”
Turning back to her companion, she raised her eyebrows in playful expectation. “What do you say? You game? If you win, I promise to make your prize worth it.” She grinned, the expression none too subtle. “And if I win, I can also promise your effort won’t have gone to waste. Really, there’s no losing here—as long as we don’t get caught, anyway.”
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At that, Nia couldn’t help but grin, whether that’s what he truly thought or not. If she was nothing else, she was beautiful, and it was a trait she took pride in, even if it was one she hadn’t cultivated herself. “Oh, my lord,” she replied with a tone of warm amusement, playfully brushing her hand over his beard. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
Laughing, she winked and added, “But we are not lauding me today because it’s not my birthday. And if it were, I can guarantee you this wouldn’t exactly be my idea of a good party.”
There was nothing but disdain in her gaze as she looked toward her sister basking in the attentions of lords near and far. She already liked Osorsen, if only for the fact that he was not up there among them. If he preferred her company to Nefertaari’s, obviously it showed he was a man of better taste than any of the simpering fools who fawned over the eldest of the Sheifa daughters. And besides, he was far more attractive than any of them. Nef could have all the ugly oxen she wanted; Nia was more than content to languish in the attention of the man next to her than any of the money-grubbing idiots who flocked to her sister like flies.
Notorious is just a dull person's way to call someone else interesting.
At that, she started laughing all over again, turning her attention away from her sister’s admirers and back to Osorsen. The sound was rich and musical, resonating with the mischievous joy Neithotep wore like a mantle. “Oh, my lord, that silver tongue is going to get you into trouble today,” she purred once her laughter abated. “You’re already speaking my language.”
Laughter fading into a grin, she contemplated the manner of contest she was proposing. “I want this event to be… memorable,” she said with a heavy emphasis on the last word. “You see, at my last birthday celebration, Nefertaari ‘accidentally’ pushed me into one of the fountains and ruined my favorite kalasiris. I’d like to make sure my dear sister remembers this party as fondly as I remember mine.”
Eyeing the various slaves that meandered through the party, Nia thoughtfully tapped her chin. “So, what I’m proposing is fairly simple. The first one to convince one of the attendants to douse my sister in wine wins. Better yet if you even manage to do it yourself, but the catch is, she can’t know it was one of us. She managed to wriggle out of trouble by saying she was drunk and she tripped, then she ‘caught’ herself on me. I mean to get her back with no blame falling on me.”
Turning back to her companion, she raised her eyebrows in playful expectation. “What do you say? You game? If you win, I promise to make your prize worth it.” She grinned, the expression none too subtle. “And if I win, I can also promise your effort won’t have gone to waste. Really, there’s no losing here—as long as we don’t get caught, anyway.”
Your star shines far brighter than any other woman here.
At that, Nia couldn’t help but grin, whether that’s what he truly thought or not. If she was nothing else, she was beautiful, and it was a trait she took pride in, even if it was one she hadn’t cultivated herself. “Oh, my lord,” she replied with a tone of warm amusement, playfully brushing her hand over his beard. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
Laughing, she winked and added, “But we are not lauding me today because it’s not my birthday. And if it were, I can guarantee you this wouldn’t exactly be my idea of a good party.”
There was nothing but disdain in her gaze as she looked toward her sister basking in the attentions of lords near and far. She already liked Osorsen, if only for the fact that he was not up there among them. If he preferred her company to Nefertaari’s, obviously it showed he was a man of better taste than any of the simpering fools who fawned over the eldest of the Sheifa daughters. And besides, he was far more attractive than any of them. Nef could have all the ugly oxen she wanted; Nia was more than content to languish in the attention of the man next to her than any of the money-grubbing idiots who flocked to her sister like flies.
Notorious is just a dull person's way to call someone else interesting.
At that, she started laughing all over again, turning her attention away from her sister’s admirers and back to Osorsen. The sound was rich and musical, resonating with the mischievous joy Neithotep wore like a mantle. “Oh, my lord, that silver tongue is going to get you into trouble today,” she purred once her laughter abated. “You’re already speaking my language.”
Laughter fading into a grin, she contemplated the manner of contest she was proposing. “I want this event to be… memorable,” she said with a heavy emphasis on the last word. “You see, at my last birthday celebration, Nefertaari ‘accidentally’ pushed me into one of the fountains and ruined my favorite kalasiris. I’d like to make sure my dear sister remembers this party as fondly as I remember mine.”
Eyeing the various slaves that meandered through the party, Nia thoughtfully tapped her chin. “So, what I’m proposing is fairly simple. The first one to convince one of the attendants to douse my sister in wine wins. Better yet if you even manage to do it yourself, but the catch is, she can’t know it was one of us. She managed to wriggle out of trouble by saying she was drunk and she tripped, then she ‘caught’ herself on me. I mean to get her back with no blame falling on me.”
Turning back to her companion, she raised her eyebrows in playful expectation. “What do you say? You game? If you win, I promise to make your prize worth it.” She grinned, the expression none too subtle. “And if I win, I can also promise your effort won’t have gone to waste. Really, there’s no losing here—as long as we don’t get caught, anyway.”
As close as they'd been leaning in to one another he hadn't expected her to touch him, certainly not so intimately as the way her fingers brushed along his beard. The way she spoke though he supposed it was more a surprise that she wasn't already in his lap. He'd heard tales of her boldness, but there was no reason for that to sour his opinion, a woman who knew what she wanted and had no qualms taking it was rare and wonderful, full of an intriguing promise that he was eager to see through to the end.
The way she looked at her sister it was clear there was no love lost, and while he had nothing against Nefertaari specifically, the story Nia told made him shake his head and click his tongue as if ashamed of her. It was a childish request, a challenge to ruin her sister's birthday but it felt as if there were better ways to go about it than simply spilling wine. One of the simpering men by her were already likely enough to make that mistake as it was. Tapping a finger against his chin in consideration, he watched the clutch of young nobles. All he would really have to do in order to make Nia's wish come true would be to bump into one of them as he passed, something easy enough to accomplish. Almost too easy.
"Easily done with enough coin. But over quickly, it ruins the party then where would we find our fun?" Fixing his dark gaze on her own, he gave a smile that showed the dimples on his cheeks, expression one that could be called mischievous. "I wager all you would have to do is whisper sweet nothings to one of the boys gathered around her and they would be thrilled to do your dirty work. Or, you could get creative."
Standing, he held out a hand for Neithotep with a bow as if just offering to escort her about the room, waiting until she was close enough for him to speak in a tone only she could hear. There were several ways this could go, but remembering the way the maid his mother had employed in his youth to look after him had screamed when one of the cats had left an offering in her bed, he was of a mind to make this more interesting.
"Tell me, my lady. Which bedchamber is your sister's?"
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As close as they'd been leaning in to one another he hadn't expected her to touch him, certainly not so intimately as the way her fingers brushed along his beard. The way she spoke though he supposed it was more a surprise that she wasn't already in his lap. He'd heard tales of her boldness, but there was no reason for that to sour his opinion, a woman who knew what she wanted and had no qualms taking it was rare and wonderful, full of an intriguing promise that he was eager to see through to the end.
The way she looked at her sister it was clear there was no love lost, and while he had nothing against Nefertaari specifically, the story Nia told made him shake his head and click his tongue as if ashamed of her. It was a childish request, a challenge to ruin her sister's birthday but it felt as if there were better ways to go about it than simply spilling wine. One of the simpering men by her were already likely enough to make that mistake as it was. Tapping a finger against his chin in consideration, he watched the clutch of young nobles. All he would really have to do in order to make Nia's wish come true would be to bump into one of them as he passed, something easy enough to accomplish. Almost too easy.
"Easily done with enough coin. But over quickly, it ruins the party then where would we find our fun?" Fixing his dark gaze on her own, he gave a smile that showed the dimples on his cheeks, expression one that could be called mischievous. "I wager all you would have to do is whisper sweet nothings to one of the boys gathered around her and they would be thrilled to do your dirty work. Or, you could get creative."
Standing, he held out a hand for Neithotep with a bow as if just offering to escort her about the room, waiting until she was close enough for him to speak in a tone only she could hear. There were several ways this could go, but remembering the way the maid his mother had employed in his youth to look after him had screamed when one of the cats had left an offering in her bed, he was of a mind to make this more interesting.
"Tell me, my lady. Which bedchamber is your sister's?"
As close as they'd been leaning in to one another he hadn't expected her to touch him, certainly not so intimately as the way her fingers brushed along his beard. The way she spoke though he supposed it was more a surprise that she wasn't already in his lap. He'd heard tales of her boldness, but there was no reason for that to sour his opinion, a woman who knew what she wanted and had no qualms taking it was rare and wonderful, full of an intriguing promise that he was eager to see through to the end.
The way she looked at her sister it was clear there was no love lost, and while he had nothing against Nefertaari specifically, the story Nia told made him shake his head and click his tongue as if ashamed of her. It was a childish request, a challenge to ruin her sister's birthday but it felt as if there were better ways to go about it than simply spilling wine. One of the simpering men by her were already likely enough to make that mistake as it was. Tapping a finger against his chin in consideration, he watched the clutch of young nobles. All he would really have to do in order to make Nia's wish come true would be to bump into one of them as he passed, something easy enough to accomplish. Almost too easy.
"Easily done with enough coin. But over quickly, it ruins the party then where would we find our fun?" Fixing his dark gaze on her own, he gave a smile that showed the dimples on his cheeks, expression one that could be called mischievous. "I wager all you would have to do is whisper sweet nothings to one of the boys gathered around her and they would be thrilled to do your dirty work. Or, you could get creative."
Standing, he held out a hand for Neithotep with a bow as if just offering to escort her about the room, waiting until she was close enough for him to speak in a tone only she could hear. There were several ways this could go, but remembering the way the maid his mother had employed in his youth to look after him had screamed when one of the cats had left an offering in her bed, he was of a mind to make this more interesting.
"Tell me, my lady. Which bedchamber is your sister's?"
A smile of pure delight spread across Nia’s face when Osorsen responded so positively, willing to take her game even further than her original suggestion. That was perfectly fine with her—as long as Nefertaari ended up angry and humiliated by the end of the night, she didn’t particularly care how it was accomplished. Not to mention he was right—spilling wine on her would certainly end the game too quickly. Her elder sister deserved that and much more, and Nia was only too happy to oblige.
Taking his offered hand and rising to her feet, Nia tucked her arm in his and started matching his sedate steps. The hem of her kalasiris brushed the floor with soft swishes as she walked, the thin sandals she wore practically silent against the stone. Offering a few smiles here and there to those they passed, she looked up at her escort with a wicked smile. His question was quite promising, wondering what exactly it was he had in mind.
Following his example and pitching her voice low enough that only he could hear it, she responded, “Go down the right hall out of this room and then left at the first junction, where you’ll find the stairs. Up the stairs and to the left, then it’s the second door on the right.”
A slow smile spread over her face, tilting her head back to look up at him again as they walked the perimeter of the room. There was a mischievous sparkle in her dark eye when she caught his gaze, her brow lifting with a suggestive tilt. “Pray tell, what exactly are you planning in my sister’s bedchamber, hm? Seems to me, Lord Osorsen, you have an even more wicked mind than I.”
That suited her fine… more than fine. The wickeder, the better. Nia had suspected she’d be bored out of her mind through most of this event, and to find this manner of entertainment was a pleasant surprise—one that she wasn’t about to pass up. Gods knew she’d sabotaged more than her fair share of her sister’s plans without remorse; after all, Nefertaari never passed up the opportunity to do the same to her. But to have someone besides Akhenaten help her… that was a novelty she was keen to enjoy.
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A smile of pure delight spread across Nia’s face when Osorsen responded so positively, willing to take her game even further than her original suggestion. That was perfectly fine with her—as long as Nefertaari ended up angry and humiliated by the end of the night, she didn’t particularly care how it was accomplished. Not to mention he was right—spilling wine on her would certainly end the game too quickly. Her elder sister deserved that and much more, and Nia was only too happy to oblige.
Taking his offered hand and rising to her feet, Nia tucked her arm in his and started matching his sedate steps. The hem of her kalasiris brushed the floor with soft swishes as she walked, the thin sandals she wore practically silent against the stone. Offering a few smiles here and there to those they passed, she looked up at her escort with a wicked smile. His question was quite promising, wondering what exactly it was he had in mind.
Following his example and pitching her voice low enough that only he could hear it, she responded, “Go down the right hall out of this room and then left at the first junction, where you’ll find the stairs. Up the stairs and to the left, then it’s the second door on the right.”
A slow smile spread over her face, tilting her head back to look up at him again as they walked the perimeter of the room. There was a mischievous sparkle in her dark eye when she caught his gaze, her brow lifting with a suggestive tilt. “Pray tell, what exactly are you planning in my sister’s bedchamber, hm? Seems to me, Lord Osorsen, you have an even more wicked mind than I.”
That suited her fine… more than fine. The wickeder, the better. Nia had suspected she’d be bored out of her mind through most of this event, and to find this manner of entertainment was a pleasant surprise—one that she wasn’t about to pass up. Gods knew she’d sabotaged more than her fair share of her sister’s plans without remorse; after all, Nefertaari never passed up the opportunity to do the same to her. But to have someone besides Akhenaten help her… that was a novelty she was keen to enjoy.
A smile of pure delight spread across Nia’s face when Osorsen responded so positively, willing to take her game even further than her original suggestion. That was perfectly fine with her—as long as Nefertaari ended up angry and humiliated by the end of the night, she didn’t particularly care how it was accomplished. Not to mention he was right—spilling wine on her would certainly end the game too quickly. Her elder sister deserved that and much more, and Nia was only too happy to oblige.
Taking his offered hand and rising to her feet, Nia tucked her arm in his and started matching his sedate steps. The hem of her kalasiris brushed the floor with soft swishes as she walked, the thin sandals she wore practically silent against the stone. Offering a few smiles here and there to those they passed, she looked up at her escort with a wicked smile. His question was quite promising, wondering what exactly it was he had in mind.
Following his example and pitching her voice low enough that only he could hear it, she responded, “Go down the right hall out of this room and then left at the first junction, where you’ll find the stairs. Up the stairs and to the left, then it’s the second door on the right.”
A slow smile spread over her face, tilting her head back to look up at him again as they walked the perimeter of the room. There was a mischievous sparkle in her dark eye when she caught his gaze, her brow lifting with a suggestive tilt. “Pray tell, what exactly are you planning in my sister’s bedchamber, hm? Seems to me, Lord Osorsen, you have an even more wicked mind than I.”
That suited her fine… more than fine. The wickeder, the better. Nia had suspected she’d be bored out of her mind through most of this event, and to find this manner of entertainment was a pleasant surprise—one that she wasn’t about to pass up. Gods knew she’d sabotaged more than her fair share of her sister’s plans without remorse; after all, Nefertaari never passed up the opportunity to do the same to her. But to have someone besides Akhenaten help her… that was a novelty she was keen to enjoy.
As they walked he could hear the reports filtering back to his grandfather now. The old man would be thrilled if he made a match in Hei Sheifa, and the waterfall of praises that could be sung about the house no doubt awaited him when he returned home, but for now he could make it all a bit of fun. He'd seen a lovely pool towards the back of the house, and if it was like many others he'd come across, there could be any number of creatures hidden within. If he'd had a sibling, he had always thought that perhaps if they had annoyed him to the point of pranking that a frog or fish in their bed or wardrobe might do the trick. Seeing as he had none, it was the least he could do to help such a lovely damsel in distress.
"I think perhaps you ought to show me the pool first, we've got to find something that will make her squirm."
Oso gave a grin full of mischief, and as they moved out toward the gardens he slipped his arm around Nia's waist instead of keeping her arm in his. If they were going to manage this sort of sneaking they'd need to keep people's attention elsewhere, and besides he didn't mind getting so close to her. She was perhaps one of the most beautiful women in Egypt, and he could see many advantages of getting close to her.
Only once they'd arrived at the pool and taken a seat beside it did he let her go, watching carefully and looking around them as he focused his gaze in the pool. "Tell me, fish or frog in the wardrobe, or the bed."
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As they walked he could hear the reports filtering back to his grandfather now. The old man would be thrilled if he made a match in Hei Sheifa, and the waterfall of praises that could be sung about the house no doubt awaited him when he returned home, but for now he could make it all a bit of fun. He'd seen a lovely pool towards the back of the house, and if it was like many others he'd come across, there could be any number of creatures hidden within. If he'd had a sibling, he had always thought that perhaps if they had annoyed him to the point of pranking that a frog or fish in their bed or wardrobe might do the trick. Seeing as he had none, it was the least he could do to help such a lovely damsel in distress.
"I think perhaps you ought to show me the pool first, we've got to find something that will make her squirm."
Oso gave a grin full of mischief, and as they moved out toward the gardens he slipped his arm around Nia's waist instead of keeping her arm in his. If they were going to manage this sort of sneaking they'd need to keep people's attention elsewhere, and besides he didn't mind getting so close to her. She was perhaps one of the most beautiful women in Egypt, and he could see many advantages of getting close to her.
Only once they'd arrived at the pool and taken a seat beside it did he let her go, watching carefully and looking around them as he focused his gaze in the pool. "Tell me, fish or frog in the wardrobe, or the bed."
As they walked he could hear the reports filtering back to his grandfather now. The old man would be thrilled if he made a match in Hei Sheifa, and the waterfall of praises that could be sung about the house no doubt awaited him when he returned home, but for now he could make it all a bit of fun. He'd seen a lovely pool towards the back of the house, and if it was like many others he'd come across, there could be any number of creatures hidden within. If he'd had a sibling, he had always thought that perhaps if they had annoyed him to the point of pranking that a frog or fish in their bed or wardrobe might do the trick. Seeing as he had none, it was the least he could do to help such a lovely damsel in distress.
"I think perhaps you ought to show me the pool first, we've got to find something that will make her squirm."
Oso gave a grin full of mischief, and as they moved out toward the gardens he slipped his arm around Nia's waist instead of keeping her arm in his. If they were going to manage this sort of sneaking they'd need to keep people's attention elsewhere, and besides he didn't mind getting so close to her. She was perhaps one of the most beautiful women in Egypt, and he could see many advantages of getting close to her.
Only once they'd arrived at the pool and taken a seat beside it did he let her go, watching carefully and looking around them as he focused his gaze in the pool. "Tell me, fish or frog in the wardrobe, or the bed."
The young noblewoman’s smile grew ever more mischievous at his suggestion that they head toward the pool, dark eyes sparkling with mirth. “Make her squirm, eh? Truly, I like the way you think.”
Nia’s laughter was clear as a bell as Osorsen’s arm wrapped around her, making no protest at his proximity. After all, it was a rather normal thing for her to be seen traipsing off with a man, so their closeness was not likely to arouse any suspicion. Granted, her choices were not usually so highborn, but with as handsome and musclebound as the Lord H’Moghadam was, she still doubted it would raise any eyebrows. Doubtless, her parents would be more than thrilled to see her sneaking off with someone worthy of her birth rather than one of the servants or caterers.
Her own arm slid easily around him in turn, their hips brushing together with each step they took. Besides providing a good cover, it gave her an excuse to feel the muscles that bunched in his torso when he moved, to touch the sun-kissed flesh so tantalizingly held on display. It was nearly enough to distract her from their ultimate goal, her hand surreptitiously sliding along his side with a smile of appreciation. With all the men flocking around her sister through the evening, still Nia was the lucky one.
The walk to the gardens didn’t take long, and soon they were out of sight of the other partygoers. Even so, Nia still kept her grip on her companion, unwilling to let go just yet. With a body like that, who would want to?
Only when they were seated did the lord release her, Nia hiding a twinge of disappointment with a smile. The next thing he said had her laughing all over again, her disappointment quickly forgotten. A frog or a fish in Nefertaari’s bed or her wardrobe… gods, why had she never thought of such a thing?
“Why, my lord, who would’ve thought that such a noble face would hide such a mischievous mind?” she asked with a grin before turning to gaze at the pool with a considering look. “A fish or a frog, hm…” She tapped her chin thoughtfully before her grin broadened. “Why must there be an ‘or?’” Nia asked with a giggle, her gaze on a particularly fat frog chomping down on a fly. “Why not a fish in the wardrobe and a frog in the bed?”
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The young noblewoman’s smile grew ever more mischievous at his suggestion that they head toward the pool, dark eyes sparkling with mirth. “Make her squirm, eh? Truly, I like the way you think.”
Nia’s laughter was clear as a bell as Osorsen’s arm wrapped around her, making no protest at his proximity. After all, it was a rather normal thing for her to be seen traipsing off with a man, so their closeness was not likely to arouse any suspicion. Granted, her choices were not usually so highborn, but with as handsome and musclebound as the Lord H’Moghadam was, she still doubted it would raise any eyebrows. Doubtless, her parents would be more than thrilled to see her sneaking off with someone worthy of her birth rather than one of the servants or caterers.
Her own arm slid easily around him in turn, their hips brushing together with each step they took. Besides providing a good cover, it gave her an excuse to feel the muscles that bunched in his torso when he moved, to touch the sun-kissed flesh so tantalizingly held on display. It was nearly enough to distract her from their ultimate goal, her hand surreptitiously sliding along his side with a smile of appreciation. With all the men flocking around her sister through the evening, still Nia was the lucky one.
The walk to the gardens didn’t take long, and soon they were out of sight of the other partygoers. Even so, Nia still kept her grip on her companion, unwilling to let go just yet. With a body like that, who would want to?
Only when they were seated did the lord release her, Nia hiding a twinge of disappointment with a smile. The next thing he said had her laughing all over again, her disappointment quickly forgotten. A frog or a fish in Nefertaari’s bed or her wardrobe… gods, why had she never thought of such a thing?
“Why, my lord, who would’ve thought that such a noble face would hide such a mischievous mind?” she asked with a grin before turning to gaze at the pool with a considering look. “A fish or a frog, hm…” She tapped her chin thoughtfully before her grin broadened. “Why must there be an ‘or?’” Nia asked with a giggle, her gaze on a particularly fat frog chomping down on a fly. “Why not a fish in the wardrobe and a frog in the bed?”
The young noblewoman’s smile grew ever more mischievous at his suggestion that they head toward the pool, dark eyes sparkling with mirth. “Make her squirm, eh? Truly, I like the way you think.”
Nia’s laughter was clear as a bell as Osorsen’s arm wrapped around her, making no protest at his proximity. After all, it was a rather normal thing for her to be seen traipsing off with a man, so their closeness was not likely to arouse any suspicion. Granted, her choices were not usually so highborn, but with as handsome and musclebound as the Lord H’Moghadam was, she still doubted it would raise any eyebrows. Doubtless, her parents would be more than thrilled to see her sneaking off with someone worthy of her birth rather than one of the servants or caterers.
Her own arm slid easily around him in turn, their hips brushing together with each step they took. Besides providing a good cover, it gave her an excuse to feel the muscles that bunched in his torso when he moved, to touch the sun-kissed flesh so tantalizingly held on display. It was nearly enough to distract her from their ultimate goal, her hand surreptitiously sliding along his side with a smile of appreciation. With all the men flocking around her sister through the evening, still Nia was the lucky one.
The walk to the gardens didn’t take long, and soon they were out of sight of the other partygoers. Even so, Nia still kept her grip on her companion, unwilling to let go just yet. With a body like that, who would want to?
Only when they were seated did the lord release her, Nia hiding a twinge of disappointment with a smile. The next thing he said had her laughing all over again, her disappointment quickly forgotten. A frog or a fish in Nefertaari’s bed or her wardrobe… gods, why had she never thought of such a thing?
“Why, my lord, who would’ve thought that such a noble face would hide such a mischievous mind?” she asked with a grin before turning to gaze at the pool with a considering look. “A fish or a frog, hm…” She tapped her chin thoughtfully before her grin broadened. “Why must there be an ‘or?’” Nia asked with a giggle, her gaze on a particularly fat frog chomping down on a fly. “Why not a fish in the wardrobe and a frog in the bed?”
"It is far too simple to make her angry. Much more satisfactory to cause discomfort."
Osorsen spoke with a simple nod, his lips curling in a smile as her hand made its not so surreptitious exploration of his torso. He was no stranger to women and their interest, and if this all went well he had a mind to use her sister's bed for something more pleasurable than just the secreting of aquatic animals. Perhaps that was what he ought to have suggested instead, defiling the other woman's most sacred place, but that would have been something held between them alone, not to cause the screams that Nia seemed to want. He had to wonder at the relationship between the women, but then again that was not to his interest. Let them have their squabbles, he could come out the victor in the end.
With a touch not so subtle at the fabric that shielded more of her than he would have liked from view, the general brushed his fingers along her side in appreciation of her slim frame, the muscle beneath taut and tempting. Only once the pool was reached and the goal in sight did he finally pull himself away, rubbing his hands in anticipation like a schoolboy again. His sandals were easily removed, it wouldn't do to get them wet and muddy in the waters where their prizes lay. Leaning in close as if sharing a lovers secret with her he chuckled as she pointed to the frog, a sound that only grew richer as she made her demand.
"As my lady wishes, so it shall be."
A frog for the bed and a fish for the wardrobe. They would be harder to hold onto and hide between them, but where was the fun if there was not a little bit of risk? In an ideal world he would have removed his outer garments and left only his loincloth in place, but the pool did not look so deep that it would be necessary. The hardest part would be catching the animals for their game. With a wink at Nia, Osorsen slipped into the pool and waded in, the cool water a relief from the heat of the day and the propriety of the venue.
He was still, waiting as he reached the center and let the ripples settle around him. The frog was his first target, watching and waiting as he shifted forward slowly. It was a game he had been good at as a boy, catching the creatures and releasing them again only to see if he could scoop them up once more. In a flash and flurry of water, the general lunged, lifting his prize victoriously with both hands and a proud grin at his companion. "Tell me, my lady. Will you hold our new friend while I search out your second pick? Or should we see if a chef is willing to furnish us a fish from the kitchens?"
Soon enough, a fish swam up close to examine what was going on, the lord waiting as patiently as he could
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"It is far too simple to make her angry. Much more satisfactory to cause discomfort."
Osorsen spoke with a simple nod, his lips curling in a smile as her hand made its not so surreptitious exploration of his torso. He was no stranger to women and their interest, and if this all went well he had a mind to use her sister's bed for something more pleasurable than just the secreting of aquatic animals. Perhaps that was what he ought to have suggested instead, defiling the other woman's most sacred place, but that would have been something held between them alone, not to cause the screams that Nia seemed to want. He had to wonder at the relationship between the women, but then again that was not to his interest. Let them have their squabbles, he could come out the victor in the end.
With a touch not so subtle at the fabric that shielded more of her than he would have liked from view, the general brushed his fingers along her side in appreciation of her slim frame, the muscle beneath taut and tempting. Only once the pool was reached and the goal in sight did he finally pull himself away, rubbing his hands in anticipation like a schoolboy again. His sandals were easily removed, it wouldn't do to get them wet and muddy in the waters where their prizes lay. Leaning in close as if sharing a lovers secret with her he chuckled as she pointed to the frog, a sound that only grew richer as she made her demand.
"As my lady wishes, so it shall be."
A frog for the bed and a fish for the wardrobe. They would be harder to hold onto and hide between them, but where was the fun if there was not a little bit of risk? In an ideal world he would have removed his outer garments and left only his loincloth in place, but the pool did not look so deep that it would be necessary. The hardest part would be catching the animals for their game. With a wink at Nia, Osorsen slipped into the pool and waded in, the cool water a relief from the heat of the day and the propriety of the venue.
He was still, waiting as he reached the center and let the ripples settle around him. The frog was his first target, watching and waiting as he shifted forward slowly. It was a game he had been good at as a boy, catching the creatures and releasing them again only to see if he could scoop them up once more. In a flash and flurry of water, the general lunged, lifting his prize victoriously with both hands and a proud grin at his companion. "Tell me, my lady. Will you hold our new friend while I search out your second pick? Or should we see if a chef is willing to furnish us a fish from the kitchens?"
Soon enough, a fish swam up close to examine what was going on, the lord waiting as patiently as he could
"It is far too simple to make her angry. Much more satisfactory to cause discomfort."
Osorsen spoke with a simple nod, his lips curling in a smile as her hand made its not so surreptitious exploration of his torso. He was no stranger to women and their interest, and if this all went well he had a mind to use her sister's bed for something more pleasurable than just the secreting of aquatic animals. Perhaps that was what he ought to have suggested instead, defiling the other woman's most sacred place, but that would have been something held between them alone, not to cause the screams that Nia seemed to want. He had to wonder at the relationship between the women, but then again that was not to his interest. Let them have their squabbles, he could come out the victor in the end.
With a touch not so subtle at the fabric that shielded more of her than he would have liked from view, the general brushed his fingers along her side in appreciation of her slim frame, the muscle beneath taut and tempting. Only once the pool was reached and the goal in sight did he finally pull himself away, rubbing his hands in anticipation like a schoolboy again. His sandals were easily removed, it wouldn't do to get them wet and muddy in the waters where their prizes lay. Leaning in close as if sharing a lovers secret with her he chuckled as she pointed to the frog, a sound that only grew richer as she made her demand.
"As my lady wishes, so it shall be."
A frog for the bed and a fish for the wardrobe. They would be harder to hold onto and hide between them, but where was the fun if there was not a little bit of risk? In an ideal world he would have removed his outer garments and left only his loincloth in place, but the pool did not look so deep that it would be necessary. The hardest part would be catching the animals for their game. With a wink at Nia, Osorsen slipped into the pool and waded in, the cool water a relief from the heat of the day and the propriety of the venue.
He was still, waiting as he reached the center and let the ripples settle around him. The frog was his first target, watching and waiting as he shifted forward slowly. It was a game he had been good at as a boy, catching the creatures and releasing them again only to see if he could scoop them up once more. In a flash and flurry of water, the general lunged, lifting his prize victoriously with both hands and a proud grin at his companion. "Tell me, my lady. Will you hold our new friend while I search out your second pick? Or should we see if a chef is willing to furnish us a fish from the kitchens?"
Soon enough, a fish swam up close to examine what was going on, the lord waiting as patiently as he could
Neithotep could hardly believe her eyes to see one of Egypt’s generals wading in the pond and catching frogs like a young boy. Mirth soon bubbling to the surface, the noblewoman slapped both hands over her mouth to contain her giggles—it wouldn’t do for them to get caught just as soon as things were getting good. Gods, if more of her siblings’ birthday parties ended up like this one, she’d be more apt to attend them.
By this time, Osorsen seemed as gleeful as she, finally hoisting his catch above the water with a grin of pride. Nia clapped her hands in delight as she looked at the frog, her gaze flashing down to the Sirdar’s with her own grin. If she ever repeated this story to anyone, she doubted they would believe her.
“Excellent work, my lord!” she announced and laughed. Dark eyes crinkling with humor, she teased, “Is it your military experience that gives you such skill with catching frogs, or has this always been a hobby of yours?”
When the general asked if she would hold the frog while he caught one of the fish, Nia hesitated for only a moment. While the idea of cradling something so squishy and slippery wasn’t particularly tempting, gods knew she’d done far worse. And after all, Osorsen had already done most of the work for a prank she’d enlisted him for, so she felt ought to do her part. Holding onto the creature while he caught a fresh fish held far more appeal than fetching a dead trout from the kitchens. Perhaps this one would even still be flopping by the time Nefertaari found it.
It was with a mild amount of trepidation that she approached her companion, tentatively reaching out to grasp the frog. When it wriggled, she squealed and nearly jumped back, but managed to hold resolute. Swallowing hard and cupping it in both hands, she quickly took it from Osorsen, then held it against her chest where it couldn’t escape. She gazed down at its slimy little face with a touch of horror, but her features quickly softened. Okay, this wasn’t so bad. Maybe it was even kind of cute.
“Now that he’s all snuggled up to me, I almost feel bad about throwing him in my sister’s bed,” she told Osorsen as she looked into the frog’s small beady eyes. Snorting, she pulled her attention away from her amphibious companion and back to her human one. “I’m not sure which one will be more horrified at the sight of who.”
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Neithotep could hardly believe her eyes to see one of Egypt’s generals wading in the pond and catching frogs like a young boy. Mirth soon bubbling to the surface, the noblewoman slapped both hands over her mouth to contain her giggles—it wouldn’t do for them to get caught just as soon as things were getting good. Gods, if more of her siblings’ birthday parties ended up like this one, she’d be more apt to attend them.
By this time, Osorsen seemed as gleeful as she, finally hoisting his catch above the water with a grin of pride. Nia clapped her hands in delight as she looked at the frog, her gaze flashing down to the Sirdar’s with her own grin. If she ever repeated this story to anyone, she doubted they would believe her.
“Excellent work, my lord!” she announced and laughed. Dark eyes crinkling with humor, she teased, “Is it your military experience that gives you such skill with catching frogs, or has this always been a hobby of yours?”
When the general asked if she would hold the frog while he caught one of the fish, Nia hesitated for only a moment. While the idea of cradling something so squishy and slippery wasn’t particularly tempting, gods knew she’d done far worse. And after all, Osorsen had already done most of the work for a prank she’d enlisted him for, so she felt ought to do her part. Holding onto the creature while he caught a fresh fish held far more appeal than fetching a dead trout from the kitchens. Perhaps this one would even still be flopping by the time Nefertaari found it.
It was with a mild amount of trepidation that she approached her companion, tentatively reaching out to grasp the frog. When it wriggled, she squealed and nearly jumped back, but managed to hold resolute. Swallowing hard and cupping it in both hands, she quickly took it from Osorsen, then held it against her chest where it couldn’t escape. She gazed down at its slimy little face with a touch of horror, but her features quickly softened. Okay, this wasn’t so bad. Maybe it was even kind of cute.
“Now that he’s all snuggled up to me, I almost feel bad about throwing him in my sister’s bed,” she told Osorsen as she looked into the frog’s small beady eyes. Snorting, she pulled her attention away from her amphibious companion and back to her human one. “I’m not sure which one will be more horrified at the sight of who.”
Neithotep could hardly believe her eyes to see one of Egypt’s generals wading in the pond and catching frogs like a young boy. Mirth soon bubbling to the surface, the noblewoman slapped both hands over her mouth to contain her giggles—it wouldn’t do for them to get caught just as soon as things were getting good. Gods, if more of her siblings’ birthday parties ended up like this one, she’d be more apt to attend them.
By this time, Osorsen seemed as gleeful as she, finally hoisting his catch above the water with a grin of pride. Nia clapped her hands in delight as she looked at the frog, her gaze flashing down to the Sirdar’s with her own grin. If she ever repeated this story to anyone, she doubted they would believe her.
“Excellent work, my lord!” she announced and laughed. Dark eyes crinkling with humor, she teased, “Is it your military experience that gives you such skill with catching frogs, or has this always been a hobby of yours?”
When the general asked if she would hold the frog while he caught one of the fish, Nia hesitated for only a moment. While the idea of cradling something so squishy and slippery wasn’t particularly tempting, gods knew she’d done far worse. And after all, Osorsen had already done most of the work for a prank she’d enlisted him for, so she felt ought to do her part. Holding onto the creature while he caught a fresh fish held far more appeal than fetching a dead trout from the kitchens. Perhaps this one would even still be flopping by the time Nefertaari found it.
It was with a mild amount of trepidation that she approached her companion, tentatively reaching out to grasp the frog. When it wriggled, she squealed and nearly jumped back, but managed to hold resolute. Swallowing hard and cupping it in both hands, she quickly took it from Osorsen, then held it against her chest where it couldn’t escape. She gazed down at its slimy little face with a touch of horror, but her features quickly softened. Okay, this wasn’t so bad. Maybe it was even kind of cute.
“Now that he’s all snuggled up to me, I almost feel bad about throwing him in my sister’s bed,” she told Osorsen as she looked into the frog’s small beady eyes. Snorting, she pulled her attention away from her amphibious companion and back to her human one. “I’m not sure which one will be more horrified at the sight of who.”
"A soldier must be prepared for anything, my lady. Reflexes for catching frogs can save lives and provide a convenient dinner."
He tried to keep his tone utterly serious as he passed the creature over to the lady, failing and grinning as she took hold of the squirming frog before turning back to the water. Honestly the frog had been the hard part, those could escape him by hopping further than he could fetch and vanish into other parts of the garden. The fish were well fed and lazy enough that all it took was him moving slowly to one that didn't scatter as quickly as the others, a large lumbering thing that looked to be on its last...fins.
With his second prize in hand, Oso waded out of the pool after a quick and hopefully mostly unnoticed thwack of the fish against the wall. It wouldn't do for it to wriggle out of his grasp or die a suffocating death. To be using it for such purposes he wouldn't allow it to suffer too horribly. Innocently tucking the fish into the band of his kalisaris, he let his belt hide as best he could the more obvious part of their plan. Nia's pity for the frog was oddly charming and he smiled once more.
"He'll be able to hop out once she finds him, make his way back here. It'll be harrowing but he'll survive. Or perhaps take up residence in a closer fountain."
Hooking his arm through hers again, he looked to the lady and then back to the house, wondering if their closeness and perceived tryst would keep anyone from looking too closely at the fish in his belt. It would have to do, though it wasn't as if his grandfather could or would disown him for a silly prank, Nia's family might not be too happy.
"So, shall I pass these to you or will you show me which way your sister's room is?"
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"A soldier must be prepared for anything, my lady. Reflexes for catching frogs can save lives and provide a convenient dinner."
He tried to keep his tone utterly serious as he passed the creature over to the lady, failing and grinning as she took hold of the squirming frog before turning back to the water. Honestly the frog had been the hard part, those could escape him by hopping further than he could fetch and vanish into other parts of the garden. The fish were well fed and lazy enough that all it took was him moving slowly to one that didn't scatter as quickly as the others, a large lumbering thing that looked to be on its last...fins.
With his second prize in hand, Oso waded out of the pool after a quick and hopefully mostly unnoticed thwack of the fish against the wall. It wouldn't do for it to wriggle out of his grasp or die a suffocating death. To be using it for such purposes he wouldn't allow it to suffer too horribly. Innocently tucking the fish into the band of his kalisaris, he let his belt hide as best he could the more obvious part of their plan. Nia's pity for the frog was oddly charming and he smiled once more.
"He'll be able to hop out once she finds him, make his way back here. It'll be harrowing but he'll survive. Or perhaps take up residence in a closer fountain."
Hooking his arm through hers again, he looked to the lady and then back to the house, wondering if their closeness and perceived tryst would keep anyone from looking too closely at the fish in his belt. It would have to do, though it wasn't as if his grandfather could or would disown him for a silly prank, Nia's family might not be too happy.
"So, shall I pass these to you or will you show me which way your sister's room is?"
"A soldier must be prepared for anything, my lady. Reflexes for catching frogs can save lives and provide a convenient dinner."
He tried to keep his tone utterly serious as he passed the creature over to the lady, failing and grinning as she took hold of the squirming frog before turning back to the water. Honestly the frog had been the hard part, those could escape him by hopping further than he could fetch and vanish into other parts of the garden. The fish were well fed and lazy enough that all it took was him moving slowly to one that didn't scatter as quickly as the others, a large lumbering thing that looked to be on its last...fins.
With his second prize in hand, Oso waded out of the pool after a quick and hopefully mostly unnoticed thwack of the fish against the wall. It wouldn't do for it to wriggle out of his grasp or die a suffocating death. To be using it for such purposes he wouldn't allow it to suffer too horribly. Innocently tucking the fish into the band of his kalisaris, he let his belt hide as best he could the more obvious part of their plan. Nia's pity for the frog was oddly charming and he smiled once more.
"He'll be able to hop out once she finds him, make his way back here. It'll be harrowing but he'll survive. Or perhaps take up residence in a closer fountain."
Hooking his arm through hers again, he looked to the lady and then back to the house, wondering if their closeness and perceived tryst would keep anyone from looking too closely at the fish in his belt. It would have to do, though it wasn't as if his grandfather could or would disown him for a silly prank, Nia's family might not be too happy.
"So, shall I pass these to you or will you show me which way your sister's room is?"
Nia watched Lord Osorsen go after the fish with just as much amusement as she’d observed the frog’s capture, the man snatching up the lazy giant and killing it in a much more merciful way than it would have faced otherwise. Water dripped from his clothing as he waded out of the pond and tucked the fish into his belt, the woman stifling her giggles that much harder. Perhaps he could pass it off as a less? more? innocent bulge in his kalasiris, but if anyone looked too closely, that story would soon dissolve. The questions that would ensue…
It would almost be worth it to get caught, just to hear what people would say. What logical explanation could they possibly give? ‘Oh, just thought the fish might like to take a break from the pond, that’s all.’ She snorted at the thought.
Distracted by the silliness of her musings, she almost didn’t hear Osorsen’s next question. “Yes, of course, this way,” she answered, tugging gently at their conjoined arms. “Quickly, though. Most of the household will be attending the party, yes, but there are usually slaves in the living quarters around this time. Granted, most of them like me better than Nef, but you never know.”
Peeking cautiously around the corner, she hastened him forward into a darkened hall, where the coming of dusk had not yet prompted the lighting of torches. Listening carefully for any sound that might indicate they weren’t alone, she heard nothing and released a quiet sigh of relief. Leading him up the stairs, they turned another corner to walk down the hall where she and her siblings’ rooms were located.
“It’s this one,” she announced quietly as she carefully pushed open the second door on the left and crept inside. Unfortunately, her caution had not paid off. As soon as they fully entered the room, it was clear they were not alone.
A house slave blinked in surprise at their arrival, abandoning her task of straightening the sheets and quickly falling into a deep bow. “Lady Neithotep, I was not… expecting you,” she said in a statement phrased gently as a question. Her gaze flickered between Nia and Osorsen, her suspicions fairly clear in her poorly guarded expression. “Is your own room not suitable…?”
Nia pulled a face, but she supposed the woman was not entirely wrong for being so quick to jump to conclusions. Of course, coming upstairs to the sleeping quarters with a handsome man in tow could easily be misconstrued, and considering her… typical activities… it was not so far off to make the assumption. “We simply meant to leave a gift for my sweet sister,” was her saccharine response, the look of irritation on her face smoothing to a smile. It was a weak excuse, but it wasn’t completely untrue. Nia never said it was a pleasant gift. Carefully pulling a fold of her kalasiris to better hide the frog, she did her best to maintain a straight face as it wriggled against her skin.
“So, if you don’t mind…?” The slave dipped in another hasty bow, gaze cutting back to the lord at her side. Let her think what she wanted. Better than guessing at their true intent.
Waiting for the slave to retreat, Nia firmly shut the door behind her and leaned against it so they’d have a better warning if someone else tried to come in. “Well, I don’t think she believed me, but just in case she’s running off right now to tell Nef we’re here, we better be quick.”
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Nia watched Lord Osorsen go after the fish with just as much amusement as she’d observed the frog’s capture, the man snatching up the lazy giant and killing it in a much more merciful way than it would have faced otherwise. Water dripped from his clothing as he waded out of the pond and tucked the fish into his belt, the woman stifling her giggles that much harder. Perhaps he could pass it off as a less? more? innocent bulge in his kalasiris, but if anyone looked too closely, that story would soon dissolve. The questions that would ensue…
It would almost be worth it to get caught, just to hear what people would say. What logical explanation could they possibly give? ‘Oh, just thought the fish might like to take a break from the pond, that’s all.’ She snorted at the thought.
Distracted by the silliness of her musings, she almost didn’t hear Osorsen’s next question. “Yes, of course, this way,” she answered, tugging gently at their conjoined arms. “Quickly, though. Most of the household will be attending the party, yes, but there are usually slaves in the living quarters around this time. Granted, most of them like me better than Nef, but you never know.”
Peeking cautiously around the corner, she hastened him forward into a darkened hall, where the coming of dusk had not yet prompted the lighting of torches. Listening carefully for any sound that might indicate they weren’t alone, she heard nothing and released a quiet sigh of relief. Leading him up the stairs, they turned another corner to walk down the hall where she and her siblings’ rooms were located.
“It’s this one,” she announced quietly as she carefully pushed open the second door on the left and crept inside. Unfortunately, her caution had not paid off. As soon as they fully entered the room, it was clear they were not alone.
A house slave blinked in surprise at their arrival, abandoning her task of straightening the sheets and quickly falling into a deep bow. “Lady Neithotep, I was not… expecting you,” she said in a statement phrased gently as a question. Her gaze flickered between Nia and Osorsen, her suspicions fairly clear in her poorly guarded expression. “Is your own room not suitable…?”
Nia pulled a face, but she supposed the woman was not entirely wrong for being so quick to jump to conclusions. Of course, coming upstairs to the sleeping quarters with a handsome man in tow could easily be misconstrued, and considering her… typical activities… it was not so far off to make the assumption. “We simply meant to leave a gift for my sweet sister,” was her saccharine response, the look of irritation on her face smoothing to a smile. It was a weak excuse, but it wasn’t completely untrue. Nia never said it was a pleasant gift. Carefully pulling a fold of her kalasiris to better hide the frog, she did her best to maintain a straight face as it wriggled against her skin.
“So, if you don’t mind…?” The slave dipped in another hasty bow, gaze cutting back to the lord at her side. Let her think what she wanted. Better than guessing at their true intent.
Waiting for the slave to retreat, Nia firmly shut the door behind her and leaned against it so they’d have a better warning if someone else tried to come in. “Well, I don’t think she believed me, but just in case she’s running off right now to tell Nef we’re here, we better be quick.”
Nia watched Lord Osorsen go after the fish with just as much amusement as she’d observed the frog’s capture, the man snatching up the lazy giant and killing it in a much more merciful way than it would have faced otherwise. Water dripped from his clothing as he waded out of the pond and tucked the fish into his belt, the woman stifling her giggles that much harder. Perhaps he could pass it off as a less? more? innocent bulge in his kalasiris, but if anyone looked too closely, that story would soon dissolve. The questions that would ensue…
It would almost be worth it to get caught, just to hear what people would say. What logical explanation could they possibly give? ‘Oh, just thought the fish might like to take a break from the pond, that’s all.’ She snorted at the thought.
Distracted by the silliness of her musings, she almost didn’t hear Osorsen’s next question. “Yes, of course, this way,” she answered, tugging gently at their conjoined arms. “Quickly, though. Most of the household will be attending the party, yes, but there are usually slaves in the living quarters around this time. Granted, most of them like me better than Nef, but you never know.”
Peeking cautiously around the corner, she hastened him forward into a darkened hall, where the coming of dusk had not yet prompted the lighting of torches. Listening carefully for any sound that might indicate they weren’t alone, she heard nothing and released a quiet sigh of relief. Leading him up the stairs, they turned another corner to walk down the hall where she and her siblings’ rooms were located.
“It’s this one,” she announced quietly as she carefully pushed open the second door on the left and crept inside. Unfortunately, her caution had not paid off. As soon as they fully entered the room, it was clear they were not alone.
A house slave blinked in surprise at their arrival, abandoning her task of straightening the sheets and quickly falling into a deep bow. “Lady Neithotep, I was not… expecting you,” she said in a statement phrased gently as a question. Her gaze flickered between Nia and Osorsen, her suspicions fairly clear in her poorly guarded expression. “Is your own room not suitable…?”
Nia pulled a face, but she supposed the woman was not entirely wrong for being so quick to jump to conclusions. Of course, coming upstairs to the sleeping quarters with a handsome man in tow could easily be misconstrued, and considering her… typical activities… it was not so far off to make the assumption. “We simply meant to leave a gift for my sweet sister,” was her saccharine response, the look of irritation on her face smoothing to a smile. It was a weak excuse, but it wasn’t completely untrue. Nia never said it was a pleasant gift. Carefully pulling a fold of her kalasiris to better hide the frog, she did her best to maintain a straight face as it wriggled against her skin.
“So, if you don’t mind…?” The slave dipped in another hasty bow, gaze cutting back to the lord at her side. Let her think what she wanted. Better than guessing at their true intent.
Waiting for the slave to retreat, Nia firmly shut the door behind her and leaned against it so they’d have a better warning if someone else tried to come in. “Well, I don’t think she believed me, but just in case she’s running off right now to tell Nef we’re here, we better be quick.”
Oso couldn't help but laugh. He hadn't behaved this way in such a long time, not since he and Abrax had been young boys playing such tricks on his new stepmother or their nursemaid. It was wonderfully refreshing to be doing something silly, not bogged down in strategy or life or death, just an attempt at levity. He had nothing against Nefertari himself, Nia was just the one who'd gotten to him first. She usually was the other person he could speak to at any kind of function, and she always had a mischievous smile that spoke of some sort of intrigue. She and Chione were the saving grace of his dull event duties.
Following her lead as they held one another close he stifled his laugh with an expression that he hoped would have people leave them alone, one of such blank innocence and nothing that gazes would slide over and off of them as they crept through the party and into the darker back hallways. He had just been thinking they should have an excuse prepared when the slave stopped them. Wracking his brain, he nodded as Nia gave off the excuse of them bringing her sister a gift, adding in his own points with as charming a smile as he could manage.
"I was told the view from this room is one of the best in the saraaya, Lady Neithotep was kind enough to offer to show it to me while she left the gift for her sister."
It was clear the slave didn't believe them one bit, but as they stood there and the servant left, he tried to keep his mirth to himself. Only once they were alone did he laugh again, pulling the fish out from beneath his kalisaris and striding through to the corner here the wardrobe stood. "Fish in the wardrobe or under the bed? Your little friend ought to get tucked in the blankets I think."
Once he'd received her instruction he deposited his prize with a triumphant grin, turning back to find Nia and sliding his hands around her waist. What had begun as a dull evening of bowing and scraping and simpering had been made enjoyable because of her, and he was more grateful than he could say. Even if they got a scolding or gossip spread it was worth it to avoid the boredom of what was below. And like Chione, Nia seemed to have no intent in seducing him into marriage, which made her company all the more desirable.
"So, Lady Neithotep. Has the evening been to your liking or is there more your general can do for you? I am at your service. Without this I would have been bored out of my skull or tried to be talked into ten different proposals." Oso couldn't stop smiling, though he'd managed to mostly contain his childlike laughter, the mirth was clear in his eyes as he looked down to meet her own. She was like a ray of light in an otherwise dark day.
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Oso couldn't help but laugh. He hadn't behaved this way in such a long time, not since he and Abrax had been young boys playing such tricks on his new stepmother or their nursemaid. It was wonderfully refreshing to be doing something silly, not bogged down in strategy or life or death, just an attempt at levity. He had nothing against Nefertari himself, Nia was just the one who'd gotten to him first. She usually was the other person he could speak to at any kind of function, and she always had a mischievous smile that spoke of some sort of intrigue. She and Chione were the saving grace of his dull event duties.
Following her lead as they held one another close he stifled his laugh with an expression that he hoped would have people leave them alone, one of such blank innocence and nothing that gazes would slide over and off of them as they crept through the party and into the darker back hallways. He had just been thinking they should have an excuse prepared when the slave stopped them. Wracking his brain, he nodded as Nia gave off the excuse of them bringing her sister a gift, adding in his own points with as charming a smile as he could manage.
"I was told the view from this room is one of the best in the saraaya, Lady Neithotep was kind enough to offer to show it to me while she left the gift for her sister."
It was clear the slave didn't believe them one bit, but as they stood there and the servant left, he tried to keep his mirth to himself. Only once they were alone did he laugh again, pulling the fish out from beneath his kalisaris and striding through to the corner here the wardrobe stood. "Fish in the wardrobe or under the bed? Your little friend ought to get tucked in the blankets I think."
Once he'd received her instruction he deposited his prize with a triumphant grin, turning back to find Nia and sliding his hands around her waist. What had begun as a dull evening of bowing and scraping and simpering had been made enjoyable because of her, and he was more grateful than he could say. Even if they got a scolding or gossip spread it was worth it to avoid the boredom of what was below. And like Chione, Nia seemed to have no intent in seducing him into marriage, which made her company all the more desirable.
"So, Lady Neithotep. Has the evening been to your liking or is there more your general can do for you? I am at your service. Without this I would have been bored out of my skull or tried to be talked into ten different proposals." Oso couldn't stop smiling, though he'd managed to mostly contain his childlike laughter, the mirth was clear in his eyes as he looked down to meet her own. She was like a ray of light in an otherwise dark day.
Oso couldn't help but laugh. He hadn't behaved this way in such a long time, not since he and Abrax had been young boys playing such tricks on his new stepmother or their nursemaid. It was wonderfully refreshing to be doing something silly, not bogged down in strategy or life or death, just an attempt at levity. He had nothing against Nefertari himself, Nia was just the one who'd gotten to him first. She usually was the other person he could speak to at any kind of function, and she always had a mischievous smile that spoke of some sort of intrigue. She and Chione were the saving grace of his dull event duties.
Following her lead as they held one another close he stifled his laugh with an expression that he hoped would have people leave them alone, one of such blank innocence and nothing that gazes would slide over and off of them as they crept through the party and into the darker back hallways. He had just been thinking they should have an excuse prepared when the slave stopped them. Wracking his brain, he nodded as Nia gave off the excuse of them bringing her sister a gift, adding in his own points with as charming a smile as he could manage.
"I was told the view from this room is one of the best in the saraaya, Lady Neithotep was kind enough to offer to show it to me while she left the gift for her sister."
It was clear the slave didn't believe them one bit, but as they stood there and the servant left, he tried to keep his mirth to himself. Only once they were alone did he laugh again, pulling the fish out from beneath his kalisaris and striding through to the corner here the wardrobe stood. "Fish in the wardrobe or under the bed? Your little friend ought to get tucked in the blankets I think."
Once he'd received her instruction he deposited his prize with a triumphant grin, turning back to find Nia and sliding his hands around her waist. What had begun as a dull evening of bowing and scraping and simpering had been made enjoyable because of her, and he was more grateful than he could say. Even if they got a scolding or gossip spread it was worth it to avoid the boredom of what was below. And like Chione, Nia seemed to have no intent in seducing him into marriage, which made her company all the more desirable.
"So, Lady Neithotep. Has the evening been to your liking or is there more your general can do for you? I am at your service. Without this I would have been bored out of my skull or tried to be talked into ten different proposals." Oso couldn't stop smiling, though he'd managed to mostly contain his childlike laughter, the mirth was clear in his eyes as he looked down to meet her own. She was like a ray of light in an otherwise dark day.
“In the wardrobe,” Nia decided when Osorsen asked her where to put the fish, her grin never dropping. “Let it stink up her clothes. She might not even notice at first, so all the better.”
She could barely contain her laughter as she watched him dispose of the fish among her sister’s clothing before hurrying to play her own part. Unwrapping the frog she carried, she gently placed it down in Nefertaari’s bed, gently patting its little head. “I’m sorry, my new friend,” she apologized to it as she pulled the blankets over it. “I hope she doesn’t hurt you. Give her a good jump though, will you? I’ll try to put you back in the pond after.”
Their mission completed, Nia grinned as the general pulled her into his arms. Her own twined up and around his neck, her grin fading to a smirk when he asked if there was anything further he could do for her. “Why, my lord, I can think of quite a few things,” she answered with a mischievous twinkle in her eye and a suggestive lift of her brows. “However, those things are likely to take up time I assume we no longer have. Someone will notice our absence soon, if they haven’t already, and I’m almost positive that slave has gone off to tell Nefertaari we’re here.”
Giggling at his talk of being lured into proposals, she nodded sympathetically. She knew well how that went, but luckily she had managed to dodge them all thus far. “I’ve no doubt if my mother saw us leaving together, that she would be among those vying for your attention,” she remarked with a snort. “Gods know she’s been trying to get me off her hands for years. But have no fears, mighty general, I’m not after your hand or your wealth. Even if there are things of yours I could be after.” Her last statement was none too subtle, lashes lowering in a wink.
“I do recall, though, that I promised to reward you for your help,” she added almost as an afterthought, biting her lip as she looked up at him with the mischief only growing on her features. Taking his face between her hands, she stood on her toes and pressed her mouth to his, the kiss a playful one with no expectation for anything further. Her tongue teased between his lips for only a moment before she pulled away, a self-satisfied smirk resting on own lips like a cat licking cream.
“I suppose that will have to do for now,” she teased as she took his hand. “But if you ever have need of catching frogs or fish again, just remember who to come to first.”
Tugging lightly on the hand she held, she made for the door with a laugh. “Come on. We should get out of here before we’re caught.”
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“In the wardrobe,” Nia decided when Osorsen asked her where to put the fish, her grin never dropping. “Let it stink up her clothes. She might not even notice at first, so all the better.”
She could barely contain her laughter as she watched him dispose of the fish among her sister’s clothing before hurrying to play her own part. Unwrapping the frog she carried, she gently placed it down in Nefertaari’s bed, gently patting its little head. “I’m sorry, my new friend,” she apologized to it as she pulled the blankets over it. “I hope she doesn’t hurt you. Give her a good jump though, will you? I’ll try to put you back in the pond after.”
Their mission completed, Nia grinned as the general pulled her into his arms. Her own twined up and around his neck, her grin fading to a smirk when he asked if there was anything further he could do for her. “Why, my lord, I can think of quite a few things,” she answered with a mischievous twinkle in her eye and a suggestive lift of her brows. “However, those things are likely to take up time I assume we no longer have. Someone will notice our absence soon, if they haven’t already, and I’m almost positive that slave has gone off to tell Nefertaari we’re here.”
Giggling at his talk of being lured into proposals, she nodded sympathetically. She knew well how that went, but luckily she had managed to dodge them all thus far. “I’ve no doubt if my mother saw us leaving together, that she would be among those vying for your attention,” she remarked with a snort. “Gods know she’s been trying to get me off her hands for years. But have no fears, mighty general, I’m not after your hand or your wealth. Even if there are things of yours I could be after.” Her last statement was none too subtle, lashes lowering in a wink.
“I do recall, though, that I promised to reward you for your help,” she added almost as an afterthought, biting her lip as she looked up at him with the mischief only growing on her features. Taking his face between her hands, she stood on her toes and pressed her mouth to his, the kiss a playful one with no expectation for anything further. Her tongue teased between his lips for only a moment before she pulled away, a self-satisfied smirk resting on own lips like a cat licking cream.
“I suppose that will have to do for now,” she teased as she took his hand. “But if you ever have need of catching frogs or fish again, just remember who to come to first.”
Tugging lightly on the hand she held, she made for the door with a laugh. “Come on. We should get out of here before we’re caught.”
“In the wardrobe,” Nia decided when Osorsen asked her where to put the fish, her grin never dropping. “Let it stink up her clothes. She might not even notice at first, so all the better.”
She could barely contain her laughter as she watched him dispose of the fish among her sister’s clothing before hurrying to play her own part. Unwrapping the frog she carried, she gently placed it down in Nefertaari’s bed, gently patting its little head. “I’m sorry, my new friend,” she apologized to it as she pulled the blankets over it. “I hope she doesn’t hurt you. Give her a good jump though, will you? I’ll try to put you back in the pond after.”
Their mission completed, Nia grinned as the general pulled her into his arms. Her own twined up and around his neck, her grin fading to a smirk when he asked if there was anything further he could do for her. “Why, my lord, I can think of quite a few things,” she answered with a mischievous twinkle in her eye and a suggestive lift of her brows. “However, those things are likely to take up time I assume we no longer have. Someone will notice our absence soon, if they haven’t already, and I’m almost positive that slave has gone off to tell Nefertaari we’re here.”
Giggling at his talk of being lured into proposals, she nodded sympathetically. She knew well how that went, but luckily she had managed to dodge them all thus far. “I’ve no doubt if my mother saw us leaving together, that she would be among those vying for your attention,” she remarked with a snort. “Gods know she’s been trying to get me off her hands for years. But have no fears, mighty general, I’m not after your hand or your wealth. Even if there are things of yours I could be after.” Her last statement was none too subtle, lashes lowering in a wink.
“I do recall, though, that I promised to reward you for your help,” she added almost as an afterthought, biting her lip as she looked up at him with the mischief only growing on her features. Taking his face between her hands, she stood on her toes and pressed her mouth to his, the kiss a playful one with no expectation for anything further. Her tongue teased between his lips for only a moment before she pulled away, a self-satisfied smirk resting on own lips like a cat licking cream.
“I suppose that will have to do for now,” she teased as she took his hand. “But if you ever have need of catching frogs or fish again, just remember who to come to first.”
Tugging lightly on the hand she held, she made for the door with a laugh. “Come on. We should get out of here before we’re caught.”
