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Chione had been more than happy to accompany her father to Thebes for the celebration of the great General Osorsen H’Moghadam’s retirement. Of course, her goal was about a different Osorsen altogether - the hero’s grandson. Their paths had crossed before, but seeing as he was five years her elder, she feared if he remembered her, it was likely as a child. Now she was a woman grown, and she had only one goal in mind: to catch his eye at this party.
She had taken even greater care of her appearance than usual. The kalasiris she chose was tied around the chest, leaving her shoulders bare. The fabric was a sheer white that contrasted beautifully with her golden skin and dark hair. There were two slits on the side, all the way up to her hip, with intricate network of black silk and golden thread with delicate glass beads. It drew attention to her long legs, something that accented her willowy figure all too clearly.
Rather than jewelry, she wore a shawl of matching network that framed the one simple necklace she wore. A golden lotus pendant that nestled perfectly at her cleavage, accented by rubies. The vibrant shades of crimson and gold easily drawing eyes directly to her most appealing features. Even through the thin linen that covered her, it was plain to see exactly what she had to offer.
Rather than one of the typical wigs of nobility, she wore her own natural hair, braided back from her face to flow free down her back. Golden beads held each braid in place with a diadem of rubies embedded in gold atop her head. Kohl lined her rare blue eyes and carmine gave her lips a red stain that made their fullness seem even more kiss swollen. Otherwise, she kept her cosmetics simple, still relying predominantly on her youthful beauty.
She was a gift to any red blooded man, though her heart was set on only one man being blessed enough to unwrap her. The young Osorsen himself. There was no way he could see her like this and think her a girl child any longer. And she had more than a few tricks to get his attention - and keep it.
Arriving at the party, she was quick to separate from her family. The last thing she needed was any distractions. Taking a cup of wine in hand, she moved through the crowd. Even something as simple as this wasn’t done lightly. With each step, she made certain to exaggerate the sway of her hips and the length of her legs, making sure any who glanced her way would find their gaze lingering. After all, if the man she was searching for saw her first, she didn’t want to look anything less than enticing.
Finally she caught sight of him, a giddy rush of excitement flowing through her. His back was to her, but she didn’t use that as an excuse to relax. No, she continued her languid strut, brushing past him without stopping for two or three lengths, only then did she turn back to face him, a feigned look of surprise on her face.
“Oh, please forgive my carelessness,” she said, head bowed demurely. She looked up at him through thick lashes. “I was so focused on searching out a refill of this most delicious wine you’re serving, I forgot to mind my steps.” She leaned forward to gently place a hand on his chest, knowing the difference in height between them would give him a view down the valley of her cleavage. “Perhaps I’ve already indulged too much though,” she continued with a soft giggle. “Though if I had to bump into anyone, I’m pleased it was you, Lord Osorsen.”
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Chione had been more than happy to accompany her father to Thebes for the celebration of the great General Osorsen H’Moghadam’s retirement. Of course, her goal was about a different Osorsen altogether - the hero’s grandson. Their paths had crossed before, but seeing as he was five years her elder, she feared if he remembered her, it was likely as a child. Now she was a woman grown, and she had only one goal in mind: to catch his eye at this party.
She had taken even greater care of her appearance than usual. The kalasiris she chose was tied around the chest, leaving her shoulders bare. The fabric was a sheer white that contrasted beautifully with her golden skin and dark hair. There were two slits on the side, all the way up to her hip, with intricate network of black silk and golden thread with delicate glass beads. It drew attention to her long legs, something that accented her willowy figure all too clearly.
Rather than jewelry, she wore a shawl of matching network that framed the one simple necklace she wore. A golden lotus pendant that nestled perfectly at her cleavage, accented by rubies. The vibrant shades of crimson and gold easily drawing eyes directly to her most appealing features. Even through the thin linen that covered her, it was plain to see exactly what she had to offer.
Rather than one of the typical wigs of nobility, she wore her own natural hair, braided back from her face to flow free down her back. Golden beads held each braid in place with a diadem of rubies embedded in gold atop her head. Kohl lined her rare blue eyes and carmine gave her lips a red stain that made their fullness seem even more kiss swollen. Otherwise, she kept her cosmetics simple, still relying predominantly on her youthful beauty.
She was a gift to any red blooded man, though her heart was set on only one man being blessed enough to unwrap her. The young Osorsen himself. There was no way he could see her like this and think her a girl child any longer. And she had more than a few tricks to get his attention - and keep it.
Arriving at the party, she was quick to separate from her family. The last thing she needed was any distractions. Taking a cup of wine in hand, she moved through the crowd. Even something as simple as this wasn’t done lightly. With each step, she made certain to exaggerate the sway of her hips and the length of her legs, making sure any who glanced her way would find their gaze lingering. After all, if the man she was searching for saw her first, she didn’t want to look anything less than enticing.
Finally she caught sight of him, a giddy rush of excitement flowing through her. His back was to her, but she didn’t use that as an excuse to relax. No, she continued her languid strut, brushing past him without stopping for two or three lengths, only then did she turn back to face him, a feigned look of surprise on her face.
“Oh, please forgive my carelessness,” she said, head bowed demurely. She looked up at him through thick lashes. “I was so focused on searching out a refill of this most delicious wine you’re serving, I forgot to mind my steps.” She leaned forward to gently place a hand on his chest, knowing the difference in height between them would give him a view down the valley of her cleavage. “Perhaps I’ve already indulged too much though,” she continued with a soft giggle. “Though if I had to bump into anyone, I’m pleased it was you, Lord Osorsen.”
Chione had been more than happy to accompany her father to Thebes for the celebration of the great General Osorsen H’Moghadam’s retirement. Of course, her goal was about a different Osorsen altogether - the hero’s grandson. Their paths had crossed before, but seeing as he was five years her elder, she feared if he remembered her, it was likely as a child. Now she was a woman grown, and she had only one goal in mind: to catch his eye at this party.
She had taken even greater care of her appearance than usual. The kalasiris she chose was tied around the chest, leaving her shoulders bare. The fabric was a sheer white that contrasted beautifully with her golden skin and dark hair. There were two slits on the side, all the way up to her hip, with intricate network of black silk and golden thread with delicate glass beads. It drew attention to her long legs, something that accented her willowy figure all too clearly.
Rather than jewelry, she wore a shawl of matching network that framed the one simple necklace she wore. A golden lotus pendant that nestled perfectly at her cleavage, accented by rubies. The vibrant shades of crimson and gold easily drawing eyes directly to her most appealing features. Even through the thin linen that covered her, it was plain to see exactly what she had to offer.
Rather than one of the typical wigs of nobility, she wore her own natural hair, braided back from her face to flow free down her back. Golden beads held each braid in place with a diadem of rubies embedded in gold atop her head. Kohl lined her rare blue eyes and carmine gave her lips a red stain that made their fullness seem even more kiss swollen. Otherwise, she kept her cosmetics simple, still relying predominantly on her youthful beauty.
She was a gift to any red blooded man, though her heart was set on only one man being blessed enough to unwrap her. The young Osorsen himself. There was no way he could see her like this and think her a girl child any longer. And she had more than a few tricks to get his attention - and keep it.
Arriving at the party, she was quick to separate from her family. The last thing she needed was any distractions. Taking a cup of wine in hand, she moved through the crowd. Even something as simple as this wasn’t done lightly. With each step, she made certain to exaggerate the sway of her hips and the length of her legs, making sure any who glanced her way would find their gaze lingering. After all, if the man she was searching for saw her first, she didn’t want to look anything less than enticing.
Finally she caught sight of him, a giddy rush of excitement flowing through her. His back was to her, but she didn’t use that as an excuse to relax. No, she continued her languid strut, brushing past him without stopping for two or three lengths, only then did she turn back to face him, a feigned look of surprise on her face.
“Oh, please forgive my carelessness,” she said, head bowed demurely. She looked up at him through thick lashes. “I was so focused on searching out a refill of this most delicious wine you’re serving, I forgot to mind my steps.” She leaned forward to gently place a hand on his chest, knowing the difference in height between them would give him a view down the valley of her cleavage. “Perhaps I’ve already indulged too much though,” she continued with a soft giggle. “Though if I had to bump into anyone, I’m pleased it was you, Lord Osorsen.”
Being named for one of the greatest Egyptian generals in many years had its ups and downs. While his grandfather held the respect of the world, something that was obvious here and now with the number of people gathering around them for the older man's retirement party, there was a weight on his shoulders that he didn't know if he could ever live up to. Ever since the death of his parents he had been the heir, not for the next generation but now. Instead of being able to venture out on his own and explore without the scrutiny of the world on his back, since he was sixteen he'd been seen through a different lens.
In the five years between this moment and the loss of his father, Oso had lived a life entirely unexpected. There was supposed to be years, decades even before he had to think about taking control of the family holdings, there was supposed to be time for him to marry and have a family on his own terms later on after he and Abrax had their adventures. Now there was a parade of young noble women, each one more beautiful than the last and no doubt it was his grandfather's goal to convince him to choose one. At twenty-one with his grandfather's retirement there was no real excuse not to settle down and begin expanding the family.
All he'd wanted was time. Time to see for himself what he was made of without the pressures and expectations of the world to be placed to squarely on his shoulders. He was a commander in the Egyptian army, heir to a good deal of property and dealings, he had everything most men wanted but it felt as if he was pressed into a mold that he didn't quite fit. The party moved around him as he stood with his wine, dressed richly in a deep red kalisari, the start of his tattoos wrapping around his wrist and starting up into his forearm, his unfashionable hair and beard had been trimmed down into place at his grandfather's insistence. Jewels hung around his waist and throat across bare chest and he just wanted to vanish.
When she bumped into him it was like being brought into the air again after being submerged in the sea for a long while. Suddenly he was aware of the world around him instead of lost in the fog of the wine and his own mournful thoughts. Her hand was on his chest before he could respond to her apology, and he gave an internal sigh. She was beautiful, the most lovely woman he'd seen at the party thus far, but it had to be because of who he was that she was being so charming.
"No apology necessary, my lady. Forgive me, you know my name but I fear with so many people in attendance most everyone has escaped my memory." His smile was genuine but distracted, trying to focus on her face though it did little to keep him from taking in her beauty. Like all the others, trying to convince him she was the best choice.
"I hope you're enjoying the night."
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Being named for one of the greatest Egyptian generals in many years had its ups and downs. While his grandfather held the respect of the world, something that was obvious here and now with the number of people gathering around them for the older man's retirement party, there was a weight on his shoulders that he didn't know if he could ever live up to. Ever since the death of his parents he had been the heir, not for the next generation but now. Instead of being able to venture out on his own and explore without the scrutiny of the world on his back, since he was sixteen he'd been seen through a different lens.
In the five years between this moment and the loss of his father, Oso had lived a life entirely unexpected. There was supposed to be years, decades even before he had to think about taking control of the family holdings, there was supposed to be time for him to marry and have a family on his own terms later on after he and Abrax had their adventures. Now there was a parade of young noble women, each one more beautiful than the last and no doubt it was his grandfather's goal to convince him to choose one. At twenty-one with his grandfather's retirement there was no real excuse not to settle down and begin expanding the family.
All he'd wanted was time. Time to see for himself what he was made of without the pressures and expectations of the world to be placed to squarely on his shoulders. He was a commander in the Egyptian army, heir to a good deal of property and dealings, he had everything most men wanted but it felt as if he was pressed into a mold that he didn't quite fit. The party moved around him as he stood with his wine, dressed richly in a deep red kalisari, the start of his tattoos wrapping around his wrist and starting up into his forearm, his unfashionable hair and beard had been trimmed down into place at his grandfather's insistence. Jewels hung around his waist and throat across bare chest and he just wanted to vanish.
When she bumped into him it was like being brought into the air again after being submerged in the sea for a long while. Suddenly he was aware of the world around him instead of lost in the fog of the wine and his own mournful thoughts. Her hand was on his chest before he could respond to her apology, and he gave an internal sigh. She was beautiful, the most lovely woman he'd seen at the party thus far, but it had to be because of who he was that she was being so charming.
"No apology necessary, my lady. Forgive me, you know my name but I fear with so many people in attendance most everyone has escaped my memory." His smile was genuine but distracted, trying to focus on her face though it did little to keep him from taking in her beauty. Like all the others, trying to convince him she was the best choice.
"I hope you're enjoying the night."
Being named for one of the greatest Egyptian generals in many years had its ups and downs. While his grandfather held the respect of the world, something that was obvious here and now with the number of people gathering around them for the older man's retirement party, there was a weight on his shoulders that he didn't know if he could ever live up to. Ever since the death of his parents he had been the heir, not for the next generation but now. Instead of being able to venture out on his own and explore without the scrutiny of the world on his back, since he was sixteen he'd been seen through a different lens.
In the five years between this moment and the loss of his father, Oso had lived a life entirely unexpected. There was supposed to be years, decades even before he had to think about taking control of the family holdings, there was supposed to be time for him to marry and have a family on his own terms later on after he and Abrax had their adventures. Now there was a parade of young noble women, each one more beautiful than the last and no doubt it was his grandfather's goal to convince him to choose one. At twenty-one with his grandfather's retirement there was no real excuse not to settle down and begin expanding the family.
All he'd wanted was time. Time to see for himself what he was made of without the pressures and expectations of the world to be placed to squarely on his shoulders. He was a commander in the Egyptian army, heir to a good deal of property and dealings, he had everything most men wanted but it felt as if he was pressed into a mold that he didn't quite fit. The party moved around him as he stood with his wine, dressed richly in a deep red kalisari, the start of his tattoos wrapping around his wrist and starting up into his forearm, his unfashionable hair and beard had been trimmed down into place at his grandfather's insistence. Jewels hung around his waist and throat across bare chest and he just wanted to vanish.
When she bumped into him it was like being brought into the air again after being submerged in the sea for a long while. Suddenly he was aware of the world around him instead of lost in the fog of the wine and his own mournful thoughts. Her hand was on his chest before he could respond to her apology, and he gave an internal sigh. She was beautiful, the most lovely woman he'd seen at the party thus far, but it had to be because of who he was that she was being so charming.
"No apology necessary, my lady. Forgive me, you know my name but I fear with so many people in attendance most everyone has escaped my memory." His smile was genuine but distracted, trying to focus on her face though it did little to keep him from taking in her beauty. Like all the others, trying to convince him she was the best choice.
"I hope you're enjoying the night."
The deep red of his kalisari suited him, as did the jewels that adorned him. He looked every bit an heir to a powerful legacy and Hei. Yet there was something about him, a reluctance almost, before he said so much as a word. That made her purse her lips slightly, puzzling over what it might mean. Was he not attracted to her? That was absolutely unacceptable.
“It has been a long while since our paths crossed I’m afraid,” she admitted with a soft laugh. “I cannot fault you for not remembering, even if I found it quite impossible to forget you, my lord.” Her eyes met his once more. Her hand remained on his chest even as she lowered in a respectful greeting. “I am Chione H’Isazari.”
Even if he remembered nothing of her, he would surely know her family name. Secretly, she prayed he might have some vague memory of her, so long as it was not embarrassing. After all, it wouldn’t do for him to still think of her as some young child. No, she wanted him to look at her and see nothing but a fully grown woman.
She began to pout slightly as his distraction became obvious. Clearly she would have to change tactics.
“Oh, it is a lovely party, truly...” her voice trailed off, as though she was holding something back. “I can see you have someone else on your mind, so I won’t keep you any longer,” she said with a disappointed sigh that was all too genuine. Though she had far from given up, no matter how it might seem to him. Her hand fell away from his chest, brushing against his muscled abdomen in the process.
“I was about to slip away myself when I collided with you. As incredible as your grandfather’s career was, I can think of far more enjoyable ways I could spend my time than having potential husbands thrust at me left and right,” she added with a giggle. Her father was always looking for potential strategic suitors for his daughters, but she was exaggerating a little. Better that he think her in high demand and entirely uninterested.
“It’s as though they reach a certain age and forget entirely the feeling of being young, no? Well, I’m not ready to relinquish it quite yet. But I suppose you wouldn’t understand.” Chione gave a small shrug. This act was a gamble, but if she could lure him away from the many eyes of the party - and the myriad of ladies who wanted their own taste - then perhaps she might get exactly what she was hoping for.
“Well, I won’t bore you with my silliness any longer. I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening, Lord Osorsen.” And with that, she turned to make her exit, secretly hoping all the while that he would stop her, or at least follow.
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The deep red of his kalisari suited him, as did the jewels that adorned him. He looked every bit an heir to a powerful legacy and Hei. Yet there was something about him, a reluctance almost, before he said so much as a word. That made her purse her lips slightly, puzzling over what it might mean. Was he not attracted to her? That was absolutely unacceptable.
“It has been a long while since our paths crossed I’m afraid,” she admitted with a soft laugh. “I cannot fault you for not remembering, even if I found it quite impossible to forget you, my lord.” Her eyes met his once more. Her hand remained on his chest even as she lowered in a respectful greeting. “I am Chione H’Isazari.”
Even if he remembered nothing of her, he would surely know her family name. Secretly, she prayed he might have some vague memory of her, so long as it was not embarrassing. After all, it wouldn’t do for him to still think of her as some young child. No, she wanted him to look at her and see nothing but a fully grown woman.
She began to pout slightly as his distraction became obvious. Clearly she would have to change tactics.
“Oh, it is a lovely party, truly...” her voice trailed off, as though she was holding something back. “I can see you have someone else on your mind, so I won’t keep you any longer,” she said with a disappointed sigh that was all too genuine. Though she had far from given up, no matter how it might seem to him. Her hand fell away from his chest, brushing against his muscled abdomen in the process.
“I was about to slip away myself when I collided with you. As incredible as your grandfather’s career was, I can think of far more enjoyable ways I could spend my time than having potential husbands thrust at me left and right,” she added with a giggle. Her father was always looking for potential strategic suitors for his daughters, but she was exaggerating a little. Better that he think her in high demand and entirely uninterested.
“It’s as though they reach a certain age and forget entirely the feeling of being young, no? Well, I’m not ready to relinquish it quite yet. But I suppose you wouldn’t understand.” Chione gave a small shrug. This act was a gamble, but if she could lure him away from the many eyes of the party - and the myriad of ladies who wanted their own taste - then perhaps she might get exactly what she was hoping for.
“Well, I won’t bore you with my silliness any longer. I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening, Lord Osorsen.” And with that, she turned to make her exit, secretly hoping all the while that he would stop her, or at least follow.
The deep red of his kalisari suited him, as did the jewels that adorned him. He looked every bit an heir to a powerful legacy and Hei. Yet there was something about him, a reluctance almost, before he said so much as a word. That made her purse her lips slightly, puzzling over what it might mean. Was he not attracted to her? That was absolutely unacceptable.
“It has been a long while since our paths crossed I’m afraid,” she admitted with a soft laugh. “I cannot fault you for not remembering, even if I found it quite impossible to forget you, my lord.” Her eyes met his once more. Her hand remained on his chest even as she lowered in a respectful greeting. “I am Chione H’Isazari.”
Even if he remembered nothing of her, he would surely know her family name. Secretly, she prayed he might have some vague memory of her, so long as it was not embarrassing. After all, it wouldn’t do for him to still think of her as some young child. No, she wanted him to look at her and see nothing but a fully grown woman.
She began to pout slightly as his distraction became obvious. Clearly she would have to change tactics.
“Oh, it is a lovely party, truly...” her voice trailed off, as though she was holding something back. “I can see you have someone else on your mind, so I won’t keep you any longer,” she said with a disappointed sigh that was all too genuine. Though she had far from given up, no matter how it might seem to him. Her hand fell away from his chest, brushing against his muscled abdomen in the process.
“I was about to slip away myself when I collided with you. As incredible as your grandfather’s career was, I can think of far more enjoyable ways I could spend my time than having potential husbands thrust at me left and right,” she added with a giggle. Her father was always looking for potential strategic suitors for his daughters, but she was exaggerating a little. Better that he think her in high demand and entirely uninterested.
“It’s as though they reach a certain age and forget entirely the feeling of being young, no? Well, I’m not ready to relinquish it quite yet. But I suppose you wouldn’t understand.” Chione gave a small shrug. This act was a gamble, but if she could lure him away from the many eyes of the party - and the myriad of ladies who wanted their own taste - then perhaps she might get exactly what she was hoping for.
“Well, I won’t bore you with my silliness any longer. I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening, Lord Osorsen.” And with that, she turned to make her exit, secretly hoping all the while that he would stop her, or at least follow.
"Ah, Lady Chione. Forgive me, you have changed a good deal since I saw you last. For the better of course." His addition of the last was not hurried, he knew this game and how it should be played to perfection. The girl was familiar now that he knew who she was, and there was no deceit in his words. She had grown from a girl into a woman and clearly felt at home in her skin, a trait to be commended for one still so young. And she could see his distraction though he doubted his wandering mind was focused on what she assumed it to be. He was not pining for a distant lover across the way or thinking on any romantic folly. Instead it was still on his parents untimely loss he was most stuck.
As her hand ran down his chest to his abdomen he watched her face with a curiosity, wondering exactly what her goal was. If she wished to conquer his heart and win over an heir she would be disappointed, but if her interest lay in a more shallow and...temporary connection, perhaps he could find it in him to give her what she wished.
"I must ask your forgiveness again, I was simply thinking of my father and how he should have been here to see this day. He was far more prepared to be in this position than I." Surely she would understand that much at least. The death of his parents was no secret, though with the years between perhaps she had been too young to know and understand what that meant. With an exhale he shook himself to attention, clearing his throat as he gave a bow and smiled, hoping it would be enough to keep her from slipping away.
"On the contrary, I understand entirely. My grandfather wishes to see me married to any of the young women here tonight, he forgets that I too am still young though it doesn't always feel that way." Looking around the party he turned back to Chione, leaving his wine with a passing servant as he moved, heading to the balcony which would allow them to breathe fresh air and overlook the Moghadam gardens and river bank below.
They had a small harbor of sorts, an inlet where their dock was situated against the Nile, and the gardens and pools stretched between the saraaya and the emerald banks. It was a beautiful sight to behold, across it were visible the three largest pyramids in the distance, fading into the evening light a glowing orange and gold. "When I was young, my father took me to the pyramids to show me the true scale of their might. He said great men were given tombs like this, but only the greatest would stand forever, and he wanted to see H'Moghadam in their company."
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"Ah, Lady Chione. Forgive me, you have changed a good deal since I saw you last. For the better of course." His addition of the last was not hurried, he knew this game and how it should be played to perfection. The girl was familiar now that he knew who she was, and there was no deceit in his words. She had grown from a girl into a woman and clearly felt at home in her skin, a trait to be commended for one still so young. And she could see his distraction though he doubted his wandering mind was focused on what she assumed it to be. He was not pining for a distant lover across the way or thinking on any romantic folly. Instead it was still on his parents untimely loss he was most stuck.
As her hand ran down his chest to his abdomen he watched her face with a curiosity, wondering exactly what her goal was. If she wished to conquer his heart and win over an heir she would be disappointed, but if her interest lay in a more shallow and...temporary connection, perhaps he could find it in him to give her what she wished.
"I must ask your forgiveness again, I was simply thinking of my father and how he should have been here to see this day. He was far more prepared to be in this position than I." Surely she would understand that much at least. The death of his parents was no secret, though with the years between perhaps she had been too young to know and understand what that meant. With an exhale he shook himself to attention, clearing his throat as he gave a bow and smiled, hoping it would be enough to keep her from slipping away.
"On the contrary, I understand entirely. My grandfather wishes to see me married to any of the young women here tonight, he forgets that I too am still young though it doesn't always feel that way." Looking around the party he turned back to Chione, leaving his wine with a passing servant as he moved, heading to the balcony which would allow them to breathe fresh air and overlook the Moghadam gardens and river bank below.
They had a small harbor of sorts, an inlet where their dock was situated against the Nile, and the gardens and pools stretched between the saraaya and the emerald banks. It was a beautiful sight to behold, across it were visible the three largest pyramids in the distance, fading into the evening light a glowing orange and gold. "When I was young, my father took me to the pyramids to show me the true scale of their might. He said great men were given tombs like this, but only the greatest would stand forever, and he wanted to see H'Moghadam in their company."
"Ah, Lady Chione. Forgive me, you have changed a good deal since I saw you last. For the better of course." His addition of the last was not hurried, he knew this game and how it should be played to perfection. The girl was familiar now that he knew who she was, and there was no deceit in his words. She had grown from a girl into a woman and clearly felt at home in her skin, a trait to be commended for one still so young. And she could see his distraction though he doubted his wandering mind was focused on what she assumed it to be. He was not pining for a distant lover across the way or thinking on any romantic folly. Instead it was still on his parents untimely loss he was most stuck.
As her hand ran down his chest to his abdomen he watched her face with a curiosity, wondering exactly what her goal was. If she wished to conquer his heart and win over an heir she would be disappointed, but if her interest lay in a more shallow and...temporary connection, perhaps he could find it in him to give her what she wished.
"I must ask your forgiveness again, I was simply thinking of my father and how he should have been here to see this day. He was far more prepared to be in this position than I." Surely she would understand that much at least. The death of his parents was no secret, though with the years between perhaps she had been too young to know and understand what that meant. With an exhale he shook himself to attention, clearing his throat as he gave a bow and smiled, hoping it would be enough to keep her from slipping away.
"On the contrary, I understand entirely. My grandfather wishes to see me married to any of the young women here tonight, he forgets that I too am still young though it doesn't always feel that way." Looking around the party he turned back to Chione, leaving his wine with a passing servant as he moved, heading to the balcony which would allow them to breathe fresh air and overlook the Moghadam gardens and river bank below.
They had a small harbor of sorts, an inlet where their dock was situated against the Nile, and the gardens and pools stretched between the saraaya and the emerald banks. It was a beautiful sight to behold, across it were visible the three largest pyramids in the distance, fading into the evening light a glowing orange and gold. "When I was young, my father took me to the pyramids to show me the true scale of their might. He said great men were given tombs like this, but only the greatest would stand forever, and he wanted to see H'Moghadam in their company."
Chione inclined her head and lowered her gaze at his compliment. “I’m glad you think as much,” she said with a smile as she looked back at him. She wasn’t about to pretend she was ignorant of her beauty. He’d see right through that. It’s true, he was one such man she wouldn’t mind chasing her, but that was hardly her aim tonight. She wasn’t thinking of being tied down, only of proving men of taste... of importance would desire her.
Osorsen H’Moghadam was a very desirable man. There could be pleasure for both of them if he was willing to play this little game. Only time would tell. She simply had to prove to him that she was desirable as well.
Her gaze softened however as he spoke of his father. “There... there’s no forgiveness needed for that,” she assured him. Her voice was almost a whisper now, with none of the sultriness that had existed even a moment before. She knew about his parents of course - everyone did. But it was deeper than that too. Not that she expected him to realize that.
Her smile returned as he offered her one of his own, and a small bow. An invitation to linger. His agreement earned a soft laugh as he led her towards the balcony. “You have far more responsibilities upon your shoulders,” she mused with a small nod. “It takes away some of the freedoms of youth.” Gods knew the same could be said of Berenike. Though truly, Chione couldn’t ever remember her being carefree, or young. She’d always thought herself above her sisters. Even before she could claim herself too busy. It’s why Chione wasn’t willing to forgive her anything.
“I hope I can keep my father at bay awhile longer. It seems such a shame to be shackled into marriage before even getting to enjoy all the pleasures life can offer.”
Her gaze followed his, out over the view spread out before them. It was truly a sight to behold. She sighed softly looking out over it before returning her gaze to him as he once again spoke of his father. “I have no doubts you’ll see his ambitions through,” she answered with a smile. “Everyone already says you’re well-poised to make quite the name for yourself. Maybe even beyond your grandfather’s accomplishments someday.” She gave a small shrug. She had never cared enough to understand military or political matters.
“I wish I knew what my mother had wished for me,” she mused softly. Now that they were apart from the crowd, she could speak a little more freely. “If what my sister preaches is any truth, I’m sure she’d be quite disappointed.” She sighed, a heavy sort of sound, all thoughts of flirting distant from her mind. She wasn’t sure how much she believed Berenike’s words anyway. She had her own reasons for wanting Chione to believe the worst of herself after all.
Chione straightened slightly and shrugged. “It doesn’t really matter in the end. She’s still going to be gone. So just have to try to not think about it at all, I guess.” She didn’t sound quite as sure of herself as she wanted to. “Listen to us, you wouldn’t know we were at a celebration from the sound of it,” she teased, smiling up at him.
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Chione inclined her head and lowered her gaze at his compliment. “I’m glad you think as much,” she said with a smile as she looked back at him. She wasn’t about to pretend she was ignorant of her beauty. He’d see right through that. It’s true, he was one such man she wouldn’t mind chasing her, but that was hardly her aim tonight. She wasn’t thinking of being tied down, only of proving men of taste... of importance would desire her.
Osorsen H’Moghadam was a very desirable man. There could be pleasure for both of them if he was willing to play this little game. Only time would tell. She simply had to prove to him that she was desirable as well.
Her gaze softened however as he spoke of his father. “There... there’s no forgiveness needed for that,” she assured him. Her voice was almost a whisper now, with none of the sultriness that had existed even a moment before. She knew about his parents of course - everyone did. But it was deeper than that too. Not that she expected him to realize that.
Her smile returned as he offered her one of his own, and a small bow. An invitation to linger. His agreement earned a soft laugh as he led her towards the balcony. “You have far more responsibilities upon your shoulders,” she mused with a small nod. “It takes away some of the freedoms of youth.” Gods knew the same could be said of Berenike. Though truly, Chione couldn’t ever remember her being carefree, or young. She’d always thought herself above her sisters. Even before she could claim herself too busy. It’s why Chione wasn’t willing to forgive her anything.
“I hope I can keep my father at bay awhile longer. It seems such a shame to be shackled into marriage before even getting to enjoy all the pleasures life can offer.”
Her gaze followed his, out over the view spread out before them. It was truly a sight to behold. She sighed softly looking out over it before returning her gaze to him as he once again spoke of his father. “I have no doubts you’ll see his ambitions through,” she answered with a smile. “Everyone already says you’re well-poised to make quite the name for yourself. Maybe even beyond your grandfather’s accomplishments someday.” She gave a small shrug. She had never cared enough to understand military or political matters.
“I wish I knew what my mother had wished for me,” she mused softly. Now that they were apart from the crowd, she could speak a little more freely. “If what my sister preaches is any truth, I’m sure she’d be quite disappointed.” She sighed, a heavy sort of sound, all thoughts of flirting distant from her mind. She wasn’t sure how much she believed Berenike’s words anyway. She had her own reasons for wanting Chione to believe the worst of herself after all.
Chione straightened slightly and shrugged. “It doesn’t really matter in the end. She’s still going to be gone. So just have to try to not think about it at all, I guess.” She didn’t sound quite as sure of herself as she wanted to. “Listen to us, you wouldn’t know we were at a celebration from the sound of it,” she teased, smiling up at him.
Chione inclined her head and lowered her gaze at his compliment. “I’m glad you think as much,” she said with a smile as she looked back at him. She wasn’t about to pretend she was ignorant of her beauty. He’d see right through that. It’s true, he was one such man she wouldn’t mind chasing her, but that was hardly her aim tonight. She wasn’t thinking of being tied down, only of proving men of taste... of importance would desire her.
Osorsen H’Moghadam was a very desirable man. There could be pleasure for both of them if he was willing to play this little game. Only time would tell. She simply had to prove to him that she was desirable as well.
Her gaze softened however as he spoke of his father. “There... there’s no forgiveness needed for that,” she assured him. Her voice was almost a whisper now, with none of the sultriness that had existed even a moment before. She knew about his parents of course - everyone did. But it was deeper than that too. Not that she expected him to realize that.
Her smile returned as he offered her one of his own, and a small bow. An invitation to linger. His agreement earned a soft laugh as he led her towards the balcony. “You have far more responsibilities upon your shoulders,” she mused with a small nod. “It takes away some of the freedoms of youth.” Gods knew the same could be said of Berenike. Though truly, Chione couldn’t ever remember her being carefree, or young. She’d always thought herself above her sisters. Even before she could claim herself too busy. It’s why Chione wasn’t willing to forgive her anything.
“I hope I can keep my father at bay awhile longer. It seems such a shame to be shackled into marriage before even getting to enjoy all the pleasures life can offer.”
Her gaze followed his, out over the view spread out before them. It was truly a sight to behold. She sighed softly looking out over it before returning her gaze to him as he once again spoke of his father. “I have no doubts you’ll see his ambitions through,” she answered with a smile. “Everyone already says you’re well-poised to make quite the name for yourself. Maybe even beyond your grandfather’s accomplishments someday.” She gave a small shrug. She had never cared enough to understand military or political matters.
“I wish I knew what my mother had wished for me,” she mused softly. Now that they were apart from the crowd, she could speak a little more freely. “If what my sister preaches is any truth, I’m sure she’d be quite disappointed.” She sighed, a heavy sort of sound, all thoughts of flirting distant from her mind. She wasn’t sure how much she believed Berenike’s words anyway. She had her own reasons for wanting Chione to believe the worst of herself after all.
Chione straightened slightly and shrugged. “It doesn’t really matter in the end. She’s still going to be gone. So just have to try to not think about it at all, I guess.” She didn’t sound quite as sure of herself as she wanted to. “Listen to us, you wouldn’t know we were at a celebration from the sound of it,” she teased, smiling up at him.
Her smile was beautiful as the rest of her, and he couldn't help but smile back as she spoke. Chione had certainly grown into herself, and he would be lying if he tried to claim he didn't desire getting to know her better. Perhaps that would be the thing he needed to enjoy this party a bit more, unless she was trying to trap him like so many others into marriage. Her next comment about thinking she had more time before her father arranged her match gave him hope that perhaps she simply wanted to speak with him, perhaps she was more innocent than his initial impression had allowed. If she was just looking to experience more of the joys in life, he could certainly be of service.
The mood fell a bit as she said she was certain he would live up to the expectations that everyone had for him. He was certain enough of it too, but there were moments when he felt as if he had no chance to form an identity of his own. Everyone expected him to be the second coming of his grandfather, another Moghadam general to bring glory to Egypt. It was what he wanted, more than anything, but the pressure it placed upon him, especially now looking around this room full of people behind them who were celebrating the older man's accomplishments, felt like it might break him on some days.
Oso laughed as Chione suggested that the two of them had the attitude of those attending a more sombre occasion, and he shook his head before turning to her and glancing out over the city. The view was beautiful, but he found the woman beside him far more appealing to look at. Shifting his gaze to her, he reached out to brush a strand of her hair behind her ear as it blew in the breeze, tracing his fingers gently down the curve of her cheek and beneath he chin to tip her face to his. Looking down at her with dark eyes, he considered everything that had passed between them thus far. If she wished to be a companion for the evening, nothing more, he believed he was finished with the crowd for now.
"What is your greatest wish, Chione?"
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Her smile was beautiful as the rest of her, and he couldn't help but smile back as she spoke. Chione had certainly grown into herself, and he would be lying if he tried to claim he didn't desire getting to know her better. Perhaps that would be the thing he needed to enjoy this party a bit more, unless she was trying to trap him like so many others into marriage. Her next comment about thinking she had more time before her father arranged her match gave him hope that perhaps she simply wanted to speak with him, perhaps she was more innocent than his initial impression had allowed. If she was just looking to experience more of the joys in life, he could certainly be of service.
The mood fell a bit as she said she was certain he would live up to the expectations that everyone had for him. He was certain enough of it too, but there were moments when he felt as if he had no chance to form an identity of his own. Everyone expected him to be the second coming of his grandfather, another Moghadam general to bring glory to Egypt. It was what he wanted, more than anything, but the pressure it placed upon him, especially now looking around this room full of people behind them who were celebrating the older man's accomplishments, felt like it might break him on some days.
Oso laughed as Chione suggested that the two of them had the attitude of those attending a more sombre occasion, and he shook his head before turning to her and glancing out over the city. The view was beautiful, but he found the woman beside him far more appealing to look at. Shifting his gaze to her, he reached out to brush a strand of her hair behind her ear as it blew in the breeze, tracing his fingers gently down the curve of her cheek and beneath he chin to tip her face to his. Looking down at her with dark eyes, he considered everything that had passed between them thus far. If she wished to be a companion for the evening, nothing more, he believed he was finished with the crowd for now.
"What is your greatest wish, Chione?"
Her smile was beautiful as the rest of her, and he couldn't help but smile back as she spoke. Chione had certainly grown into herself, and he would be lying if he tried to claim he didn't desire getting to know her better. Perhaps that would be the thing he needed to enjoy this party a bit more, unless she was trying to trap him like so many others into marriage. Her next comment about thinking she had more time before her father arranged her match gave him hope that perhaps she simply wanted to speak with him, perhaps she was more innocent than his initial impression had allowed. If she was just looking to experience more of the joys in life, he could certainly be of service.
The mood fell a bit as she said she was certain he would live up to the expectations that everyone had for him. He was certain enough of it too, but there were moments when he felt as if he had no chance to form an identity of his own. Everyone expected him to be the second coming of his grandfather, another Moghadam general to bring glory to Egypt. It was what he wanted, more than anything, but the pressure it placed upon him, especially now looking around this room full of people behind them who were celebrating the older man's accomplishments, felt like it might break him on some days.
Oso laughed as Chione suggested that the two of them had the attitude of those attending a more sombre occasion, and he shook his head before turning to her and glancing out over the city. The view was beautiful, but he found the woman beside him far more appealing to look at. Shifting his gaze to her, he reached out to brush a strand of her hair behind her ear as it blew in the breeze, tracing his fingers gently down the curve of her cheek and beneath he chin to tip her face to his. Looking down at her with dark eyes, he considered everything that had passed between them thus far. If she wished to be a companion for the evening, nothing more, he believed he was finished with the crowd for now.
