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Mayet was seething. Sitting before the mirror in her dressing chambers, she was needlessly correcting the savage lines of kohl that ringed her eyes, the annoyance in her gaze only reflecting back at herself as she played over her conversation with Osorsen again.
They’d had what could be considered a quiet today: a visit from one of his acquaintances, some time spent in the walled garden with Osorsen Senior before the heat became too much and they had retreated inside. Mayet had been looking forward to a similarly languid evening spent with her lover, soaking him up when she knew he would soon be torn away from her.
But shortly after dinner, Oso had called for a bath and then informed her that he would be going out for the evening. There had been no explanation as to where and no invitation extended her way, but Mayet had her suspicions and they slithered like a cobra through her thoughts, dripping venom.
Rubiah.
Why could she not help but think it was that rough-edged little tramp that had caught Oso’s attention? She’d heard talk of it, and used to his fleeting fancies, Mayet had silenced those who dared utter such words in her presence with a cold glare. But this….this little infatuation of his was going on longer than she would like, and she particularly resented the fact that it devoured what little time she had left with him.
She painted carmine on her lips in a slash of defiance even though he was not there to see, dabbed perfume on her wrists and throat and let herself imagine that she would go and take a lover of her own: see how he liked it.
It would not take much to find one - someone stupid enough not to know of her entanglement with Oso, a man who would take her to his bed so she might return later with another man’s scent on her body, and the memories of anothers touch on her skin. Perhaps the Osorsen might come to see what he risked with his persistent dealings with the girl he toyed with.
She was half-way convinced she might follow through on her plans, so incensed was she, when one of the slaves - the mousy one who always behaved as if Mayet were a hawk about to eat her - came in and announced a visitor for Osorsen. “It is Master Zoser, mistress,” the girl said, staring at the floor and bobbing a curtsy as if Mayet should somehow care who was here to see the man who very much wasn’t.
But after a glance at her reflection and a sigh, the woman pushed to her feet, shook out the silk of the gown she wore. Had it been anyone else, she likely would have sent them away without receiving them, but Zoser was a sweet man, and perhaps he knew what had Oso’s head so turned by the trollope he was currently off entertaining.
She swept through the halls of the H’Moghadam home, her sandals tapping brisk and sharp. When she entered the lounge the man had been left in, Mayet inclined her head a fraction and smiled, though in her irritation it was devoid of any true warmth.
“He is not here,” she said simply, moving to pour wine from the golden jug that sat upon a small table. “ Would you care for a drink though? I find myself quite without company this night”
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Mayet was seething. Sitting before the mirror in her dressing chambers, she was needlessly correcting the savage lines of kohl that ringed her eyes, the annoyance in her gaze only reflecting back at herself as she played over her conversation with Osorsen again.
They’d had what could be considered a quiet today: a visit from one of his acquaintances, some time spent in the walled garden with Osorsen Senior before the heat became too much and they had retreated inside. Mayet had been looking forward to a similarly languid evening spent with her lover, soaking him up when she knew he would soon be torn away from her.
But shortly after dinner, Oso had called for a bath and then informed her that he would be going out for the evening. There had been no explanation as to where and no invitation extended her way, but Mayet had her suspicions and they slithered like a cobra through her thoughts, dripping venom.
Rubiah.
Why could she not help but think it was that rough-edged little tramp that had caught Oso’s attention? She’d heard talk of it, and used to his fleeting fancies, Mayet had silenced those who dared utter such words in her presence with a cold glare. But this….this little infatuation of his was going on longer than she would like, and she particularly resented the fact that it devoured what little time she had left with him.
She painted carmine on her lips in a slash of defiance even though he was not there to see, dabbed perfume on her wrists and throat and let herself imagine that she would go and take a lover of her own: see how he liked it.
It would not take much to find one - someone stupid enough not to know of her entanglement with Oso, a man who would take her to his bed so she might return later with another man’s scent on her body, and the memories of anothers touch on her skin. Perhaps the Osorsen might come to see what he risked with his persistent dealings with the girl he toyed with.
She was half-way convinced she might follow through on her plans, so incensed was she, when one of the slaves - the mousy one who always behaved as if Mayet were a hawk about to eat her - came in and announced a visitor for Osorsen. “It is Master Zoser, mistress,” the girl said, staring at the floor and bobbing a curtsy as if Mayet should somehow care who was here to see the man who very much wasn’t.
But after a glance at her reflection and a sigh, the woman pushed to her feet, shook out the silk of the gown she wore. Had it been anyone else, she likely would have sent them away without receiving them, but Zoser was a sweet man, and perhaps he knew what had Oso’s head so turned by the trollope he was currently off entertaining.
She swept through the halls of the H’Moghadam home, her sandals tapping brisk and sharp. When she entered the lounge the man had been left in, Mayet inclined her head a fraction and smiled, though in her irritation it was devoid of any true warmth.
“He is not here,” she said simply, moving to pour wine from the golden jug that sat upon a small table. “ Would you care for a drink though? I find myself quite without company this night”
Mayet was seething. Sitting before the mirror in her dressing chambers, she was needlessly correcting the savage lines of kohl that ringed her eyes, the annoyance in her gaze only reflecting back at herself as she played over her conversation with Osorsen again.
They’d had what could be considered a quiet today: a visit from one of his acquaintances, some time spent in the walled garden with Osorsen Senior before the heat became too much and they had retreated inside. Mayet had been looking forward to a similarly languid evening spent with her lover, soaking him up when she knew he would soon be torn away from her.
But shortly after dinner, Oso had called for a bath and then informed her that he would be going out for the evening. There had been no explanation as to where and no invitation extended her way, but Mayet had her suspicions and they slithered like a cobra through her thoughts, dripping venom.
Rubiah.
Why could she not help but think it was that rough-edged little tramp that had caught Oso’s attention? She’d heard talk of it, and used to his fleeting fancies, Mayet had silenced those who dared utter such words in her presence with a cold glare. But this….this little infatuation of his was going on longer than she would like, and she particularly resented the fact that it devoured what little time she had left with him.
She painted carmine on her lips in a slash of defiance even though he was not there to see, dabbed perfume on her wrists and throat and let herself imagine that she would go and take a lover of her own: see how he liked it.
It would not take much to find one - someone stupid enough not to know of her entanglement with Oso, a man who would take her to his bed so she might return later with another man’s scent on her body, and the memories of anothers touch on her skin. Perhaps the Osorsen might come to see what he risked with his persistent dealings with the girl he toyed with.
She was half-way convinced she might follow through on her plans, so incensed was she, when one of the slaves - the mousy one who always behaved as if Mayet were a hawk about to eat her - came in and announced a visitor for Osorsen. “It is Master Zoser, mistress,” the girl said, staring at the floor and bobbing a curtsy as if Mayet should somehow care who was here to see the man who very much wasn’t.
But after a glance at her reflection and a sigh, the woman pushed to her feet, shook out the silk of the gown she wore. Had it been anyone else, she likely would have sent them away without receiving them, but Zoser was a sweet man, and perhaps he knew what had Oso’s head so turned by the trollope he was currently off entertaining.
She swept through the halls of the H’Moghadam home, her sandals tapping brisk and sharp. When she entered the lounge the man had been left in, Mayet inclined her head a fraction and smiled, though in her irritation it was devoid of any true warmth.
“He is not here,” she said simply, moving to pour wine from the golden jug that sat upon a small table. “ Would you care for a drink though? I find myself quite without company this night”
With his journey to Judea approaching quickly, Zoser set forth on getting not only caught up but ahead of business within Egypt. The list of tasks had grown considerably shorter in time, as he made his exit from Cairo, through Thebes, before he set out from the ports of Alexandria in four days time. That left for two days among the company the Moghadam before seeing to the progress at the Library before departure.
Every spare moment saw him seemingly gazing off into nothingness as he ran through his mental list over and over again. His belongings had already been shipped toward Alexandria while he took this detour to Thebes, so it was not a matter of forgetting personal affects as it was making sure his seal was placed on any and all final permissions.
Even as he stepped foot into the Moghadam estate, his brow furrowed in thought for a brief moment - he did leave Khufu with the proper orders for the continued archive inventories, didn't he? Or was that still on his desk...
He is not here.
Zoser turned toward Mayet from where he had been gazing out the window, noting the pinpricks of lamplight across the Nile blending with the stars above. His brow softened and his lips tugged upward into a familiar smile of greeting before he got a good look at her.
In Greece, it was believed that the gods and goddesses sometimes masqueraded as mortals to meddle in their affairs and learn of their ways. It was not so much the same in Egypt, though each time the older man looked up on his nephew's retainer, he questioned it.
"Ah, he isn't? He knew of my arrival today...well, I am sorry to have missed him, then," Zoser noted, a slight 'tsk' forming as he scorned the delays his vessel had faced in navigating to Thebes.
At her offer for wine, he smiled again, "Yes, please. I am staying for a few days for bit of a rest before the long trek ahead." By the time he finished the sentence, Mayet had stepped closer and placed the wine in his hand, and he tilted his head towards her in quiet thanks before taking a sip.
Then, he let his eyes linger on her even longer. Even having known and seen the woman for some time, Zoser still felt himself entranced by the look of her. As with any man who stands before an attractive woman, thoughts of actions that could never be taken flashed through his mind, vividly painted and exaggerated scenes that lasted a fraction of a second. Anyone who dared say that they did not have such thoughts when seeing a beautiful creature such as this was lying...or dead.
"It is a crime that he has left you here alone," Zoser teased, "Particularly knowing how early to bed his lordship is these days." It was another reason that he had hoped to arrive earlier in the day. Osorsen the Elder's condition and stamina had waned significantly in the passing years, and even on his infrequent visits, Zoser tried to spend as much time with his distant father as possible, a faint attempt at redeeming years lost.
"And, with you looking as lovely as ever..."
Zoser noted the way she was dressed and the careful attention paid to the cosmetics on her eyes and lips. It seemed she, too, was not expecing Osorsen to be absent that evening.
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With his journey to Judea approaching quickly, Zoser set forth on getting not only caught up but ahead of business within Egypt. The list of tasks had grown considerably shorter in time, as he made his exit from Cairo, through Thebes, before he set out from the ports of Alexandria in four days time. That left for two days among the company the Moghadam before seeing to the progress at the Library before departure.
Every spare moment saw him seemingly gazing off into nothingness as he ran through his mental list over and over again. His belongings had already been shipped toward Alexandria while he took this detour to Thebes, so it was not a matter of forgetting personal affects as it was making sure his seal was placed on any and all final permissions.
Even as he stepped foot into the Moghadam estate, his brow furrowed in thought for a brief moment - he did leave Khufu with the proper orders for the continued archive inventories, didn't he? Or was that still on his desk...
He is not here.
Zoser turned toward Mayet from where he had been gazing out the window, noting the pinpricks of lamplight across the Nile blending with the stars above. His brow softened and his lips tugged upward into a familiar smile of greeting before he got a good look at her.
In Greece, it was believed that the gods and goddesses sometimes masqueraded as mortals to meddle in their affairs and learn of their ways. It was not so much the same in Egypt, though each time the older man looked up on his nephew's retainer, he questioned it.
"Ah, he isn't? He knew of my arrival today...well, I am sorry to have missed him, then," Zoser noted, a slight 'tsk' forming as he scorned the delays his vessel had faced in navigating to Thebes.
At her offer for wine, he smiled again, "Yes, please. I am staying for a few days for bit of a rest before the long trek ahead." By the time he finished the sentence, Mayet had stepped closer and placed the wine in his hand, and he tilted his head towards her in quiet thanks before taking a sip.
Then, he let his eyes linger on her even longer. Even having known and seen the woman for some time, Zoser still felt himself entranced by the look of her. As with any man who stands before an attractive woman, thoughts of actions that could never be taken flashed through his mind, vividly painted and exaggerated scenes that lasted a fraction of a second. Anyone who dared say that they did not have such thoughts when seeing a beautiful creature such as this was lying...or dead.
"It is a crime that he has left you here alone," Zoser teased, "Particularly knowing how early to bed his lordship is these days." It was another reason that he had hoped to arrive earlier in the day. Osorsen the Elder's condition and stamina had waned significantly in the passing years, and even on his infrequent visits, Zoser tried to spend as much time with his distant father as possible, a faint attempt at redeeming years lost.
"And, with you looking as lovely as ever..."
Zoser noted the way she was dressed and the careful attention paid to the cosmetics on her eyes and lips. It seemed she, too, was not expecing Osorsen to be absent that evening.
With his journey to Judea approaching quickly, Zoser set forth on getting not only caught up but ahead of business within Egypt. The list of tasks had grown considerably shorter in time, as he made his exit from Cairo, through Thebes, before he set out from the ports of Alexandria in four days time. That left for two days among the company the Moghadam before seeing to the progress at the Library before departure.
Every spare moment saw him seemingly gazing off into nothingness as he ran through his mental list over and over again. His belongings had already been shipped toward Alexandria while he took this detour to Thebes, so it was not a matter of forgetting personal affects as it was making sure his seal was placed on any and all final permissions.
Even as he stepped foot into the Moghadam estate, his brow furrowed in thought for a brief moment - he did leave Khufu with the proper orders for the continued archive inventories, didn't he? Or was that still on his desk...
He is not here.
Zoser turned toward Mayet from where he had been gazing out the window, noting the pinpricks of lamplight across the Nile blending with the stars above. His brow softened and his lips tugged upward into a familiar smile of greeting before he got a good look at her.
In Greece, it was believed that the gods and goddesses sometimes masqueraded as mortals to meddle in their affairs and learn of their ways. It was not so much the same in Egypt, though each time the older man looked up on his nephew's retainer, he questioned it.
"Ah, he isn't? He knew of my arrival today...well, I am sorry to have missed him, then," Zoser noted, a slight 'tsk' forming as he scorned the delays his vessel had faced in navigating to Thebes.
At her offer for wine, he smiled again, "Yes, please. I am staying for a few days for bit of a rest before the long trek ahead." By the time he finished the sentence, Mayet had stepped closer and placed the wine in his hand, and he tilted his head towards her in quiet thanks before taking a sip.
Then, he let his eyes linger on her even longer. Even having known and seen the woman for some time, Zoser still felt himself entranced by the look of her. As with any man who stands before an attractive woman, thoughts of actions that could never be taken flashed through his mind, vividly painted and exaggerated scenes that lasted a fraction of a second. Anyone who dared say that they did not have such thoughts when seeing a beautiful creature such as this was lying...or dead.
"It is a crime that he has left you here alone," Zoser teased, "Particularly knowing how early to bed his lordship is these days." It was another reason that he had hoped to arrive earlier in the day. Osorsen the Elder's condition and stamina had waned significantly in the passing years, and even on his infrequent visits, Zoser tried to spend as much time with his distant father as possible, a faint attempt at redeeming years lost.
"And, with you looking as lovely as ever..."
Zoser noted the way she was dressed and the careful attention paid to the cosmetics on her eyes and lips. It seemed she, too, was not expecing Osorsen to be absent that evening.
“That makes two of us then,” Mayet said, acerbically, as she poured the wine before setting the golden jug back down on the table with a thump. She turned to face Zoser with the two cups in her hand and managed to soften the scowl upon her face at the sight of his smile. She liked Osorsen’s Uncle a good deal, and it was not him that had earned her disfavour after all.
“Then you will stay here, of course. I will have the girls make you up a room then. I daresay Oso forgot. He has been distracted of late.” Mayet waved over one of the slaves and instructed a room be prepared for their guest before she settled onto one of the low couches that filled the space, curling her legs up next to her and sipping on her wine as she peered over the rim at Zoser.
Entirely too aware of the effect she had could have upon men with the gifts bestowed upon her, she wasn’t entirely above using them upon Zoser. For men always wanted that which other men desired, and though she would never go so far as to deliver on the promises she might make with gaze or gesture, she also was not averse to flirting her way through an evening with Zoser. Perhaps he might remind Osorsen what a prize he already had at home.
“Isn’t it just?” Mayet said as she lowered the cup and chased a drop of wine away from her lips with a finger. “ I was toying with the idea of going out myself, but now you are here so perhaps I shan’t.”
Mayet liked listening to Zoser speak. Whilst he did not have the brawn, the fearsome warrior credentials of her lover, the man was articulate and witty in a way that she found attractive all the same. And well-travelled too. She enjoyed hearing tales of the years hed spent away from Egypt.
Very deliberately, like a cat might stretch out in a warm spot on the stone, she sank into Zoser’s flattery, draping herself over the length of the chaise as the green-gold silk of her gown fell away to reveal a flash of bronze thigh, the elegant curve of her back.
“ You are kind to say so. Sit though, and tell me what it is that will take you away from us this time” She titled her gaze up at through a fringe of dark lashes, honeyed brown gaze a little too calculated to quite pull off the casual way she patted the seat next to her.
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“That makes two of us then,” Mayet said, acerbically, as she poured the wine before setting the golden jug back down on the table with a thump. She turned to face Zoser with the two cups in her hand and managed to soften the scowl upon her face at the sight of his smile. She liked Osorsen’s Uncle a good deal, and it was not him that had earned her disfavour after all.
“Then you will stay here, of course. I will have the girls make you up a room then. I daresay Oso forgot. He has been distracted of late.” Mayet waved over one of the slaves and instructed a room be prepared for their guest before she settled onto one of the low couches that filled the space, curling her legs up next to her and sipping on her wine as she peered over the rim at Zoser.
Entirely too aware of the effect she had could have upon men with the gifts bestowed upon her, she wasn’t entirely above using them upon Zoser. For men always wanted that which other men desired, and though she would never go so far as to deliver on the promises she might make with gaze or gesture, she also was not averse to flirting her way through an evening with Zoser. Perhaps he might remind Osorsen what a prize he already had at home.
“Isn’t it just?” Mayet said as she lowered the cup and chased a drop of wine away from her lips with a finger. “ I was toying with the idea of going out myself, but now you are here so perhaps I shan’t.”
Mayet liked listening to Zoser speak. Whilst he did not have the brawn, the fearsome warrior credentials of her lover, the man was articulate and witty in a way that she found attractive all the same. And well-travelled too. She enjoyed hearing tales of the years hed spent away from Egypt.
Very deliberately, like a cat might stretch out in a warm spot on the stone, she sank into Zoser’s flattery, draping herself over the length of the chaise as the green-gold silk of her gown fell away to reveal a flash of bronze thigh, the elegant curve of her back.
“ You are kind to say so. Sit though, and tell me what it is that will take you away from us this time” She titled her gaze up at through a fringe of dark lashes, honeyed brown gaze a little too calculated to quite pull off the casual way she patted the seat next to her.
“That makes two of us then,” Mayet said, acerbically, as she poured the wine before setting the golden jug back down on the table with a thump. She turned to face Zoser with the two cups in her hand and managed to soften the scowl upon her face at the sight of his smile. She liked Osorsen’s Uncle a good deal, and it was not him that had earned her disfavour after all.
“Then you will stay here, of course. I will have the girls make you up a room then. I daresay Oso forgot. He has been distracted of late.” Mayet waved over one of the slaves and instructed a room be prepared for their guest before she settled onto one of the low couches that filled the space, curling her legs up next to her and sipping on her wine as she peered over the rim at Zoser.
Entirely too aware of the effect she had could have upon men with the gifts bestowed upon her, she wasn’t entirely above using them upon Zoser. For men always wanted that which other men desired, and though she would never go so far as to deliver on the promises she might make with gaze or gesture, she also was not averse to flirting her way through an evening with Zoser. Perhaps he might remind Osorsen what a prize he already had at home.
“Isn’t it just?” Mayet said as she lowered the cup and chased a drop of wine away from her lips with a finger. “ I was toying with the idea of going out myself, but now you are here so perhaps I shan’t.”
Mayet liked listening to Zoser speak. Whilst he did not have the brawn, the fearsome warrior credentials of her lover, the man was articulate and witty in a way that she found attractive all the same. And well-travelled too. She enjoyed hearing tales of the years hed spent away from Egypt.
Very deliberately, like a cat might stretch out in a warm spot on the stone, she sank into Zoser’s flattery, draping herself over the length of the chaise as the green-gold silk of her gown fell away to reveal a flash of bronze thigh, the elegant curve of her back.
“ You are kind to say so. Sit though, and tell me what it is that will take you away from us this time” She titled her gaze up at through a fringe of dark lashes, honeyed brown gaze a little too calculated to quite pull off the casual way she patted the seat next to her.
