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Hatshepsut was eager to leave her mother’s side, because she finally saw him. Osorsen has finally returned from his campaign as Deputy General. Sadly, the Queen only saw the honorable man in passing as he was being carried into the palace, because of the injury he gained – it was a quick glance, but long enough for Hatshepsut to realize who it was. She is unaware of what happened, and she was not too keen to asking the men who were carrying Osorsen to ask what was wrong either, nor was it wise to show her mother how much she cared. Everything is complicated in Hatshepsut’s life, but when she is with Osorsen those conflicts become nothing more than distant memories. All her lessons with her mother are simply time consuming and boring in comparison to the times she has spent with her love. The way he looks at her makes her body feel as if the radiant Ra touched her himself, because she feels warm and relaxed with just a simple glance from Osorsen. Everything is just easy when she is around him, there is a connection that is undeniable, and Hatshepsut would happy to explore that side of her life. Hathor has truly blessed the two of them with the chance of love, this is a feeling Hatshepsut could dwell on for a lifetime. Now that he is back, she could feel the way she does at its peak.
The Queen paid little attention to the group of men carrying the wounded man in as she stood next to her mother, who was also looking at the group of men as they passed the royal women, entering the palace. Hatshepsut stood next to her mother dressed in a white Kalasiris draped by a shawl that’s equal in color, also adorned with a Passium made of gold and Lapis Lazuli stones, depicting a hawk crowned with a solar disk. On top of her head she wore a wig of braided hair, whose ends were beaded by golden and blue beads. Wrapping her head was a golden crowned and in front was the Uraeus, connecting her to Ra the universe. Hatshepsut is a beautiful girl, her makeup only enhanced her beauty as the kohl lined her eyes enhancing her brown eyes. Hatshepsut held her head up high as she watched the men pass her with Osorsen, only her eyes moved as they followed the men. Isetheperu only eyed the men with interest, before returning speaking to her daughter, “Remember Hatshepsut as Queen, you must be passive, but visible to compliment your Pharaoh,” The elder woman said as she looked to her daughter, “You must be the smartest person in the room, and no one should know it – that my child is your strongest weapon.” Hatshepsut nodded at mother, “Yes mother.”
The two women passed the entrance of the Palace as they continued the walk outside on Palace grounds. The sun was blazing on this day as Ra rides the skies, though soon he will be taking his radiant chariot into the depths of the Duat to battle the World Eater and the Lord of Chaos, Apep. The Queen looked at the sun as she was barely listening to her mother speak on the importance of becoming the Pharaoh’s silent support… A lesson she has heard many times over. She was trying to focus on her mother as she returned her attention from the sun, but her mind trailed onto seeing Osorsen. Hatshepsut could not help but worry about him as all she saw was a rush to get him inside, so what is she to think? The only thing she could do was keep her resolve as she was with her mother.
Time has passed, the sun was still at its peak, before she heard her mother speak her name and Hatshepsut responded, sounding fluttered, “Oh – yes, Mother?” Isetheperu shook her head, “Have you heard anything I’ve said?” Hatshepsut nodded, “Of course I was listening to you mother and I am understanding what it means to be Queen of Ptah's creations.” Isetheperu eyed her daughter for a moment, before she waved her off, “Be on your way then daughter, we will speak again upon Ra’s return.” Hatshepsut nodded at her mother, who continued walking further. Nothing but excitement filled her body as she was finally free to herself and the very to do is to go see about the man on her mind – Hathor deemed it so.
Hatshepsut turned around to make her way into the Palace. The young Queen held the skirt of her white kalasiris as she skated into the Palace. Hatshepsut walked with a purpose inside the spacious home of the Pharaoh and Queen trying to find the location of her love. Hatshepsut stopped a servant as she approached him, “Servant, I am in need of your assistance.” Hatshepsut called out politely as she seen the servant turn to face her and immediately he dropped his head in reverence, “Your Evening Radiance, how may I assist.” Hatshepsut smiled kindly, “I am looking for a man, who was carried into the Palace some time ago – do you know where he might be?” The servant nodded, “I did take notice of a man being carried to the Royal Physician, your Majesty.”
The Queen nodded, “Thank you, may Ra keep you.” Hatshepsut as she continued further into the palace, her mind set on finding Osorsen. Eventually she came up to a room that was lined up with long beds and all but one was unfurnished. There was one bed that was fully furnished and Osorsen laid within, the Ra’s rays touching his skin like gentle kisses. Hatshepsut entered the room slowly, though once she was close enough she spoke, “Osorsen, you have finally returned.”
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Hatshepsut was eager to leave her mother’s side, because she finally saw him. Osorsen has finally returned from his campaign as Deputy General. Sadly, the Queen only saw the honorable man in passing as he was being carried into the palace, because of the injury he gained – it was a quick glance, but long enough for Hatshepsut to realize who it was. She is unaware of what happened, and she was not too keen to asking the men who were carrying Osorsen to ask what was wrong either, nor was it wise to show her mother how much she cared. Everything is complicated in Hatshepsut’s life, but when she is with Osorsen those conflicts become nothing more than distant memories. All her lessons with her mother are simply time consuming and boring in comparison to the times she has spent with her love. The way he looks at her makes her body feel as if the radiant Ra touched her himself, because she feels warm and relaxed with just a simple glance from Osorsen. Everything is just easy when she is around him, there is a connection that is undeniable, and Hatshepsut would happy to explore that side of her life. Hathor has truly blessed the two of them with the chance of love, this is a feeling Hatshepsut could dwell on for a lifetime. Now that he is back, she could feel the way she does at its peak.
The Queen paid little attention to the group of men carrying the wounded man in as she stood next to her mother, who was also looking at the group of men as they passed the royal women, entering the palace. Hatshepsut stood next to her mother dressed in a white Kalasiris draped by a shawl that’s equal in color, also adorned with a Passium made of gold and Lapis Lazuli stones, depicting a hawk crowned with a solar disk. On top of her head she wore a wig of braided hair, whose ends were beaded by golden and blue beads. Wrapping her head was a golden crowned and in front was the Uraeus, connecting her to Ra the universe. Hatshepsut is a beautiful girl, her makeup only enhanced her beauty as the kohl lined her eyes enhancing her brown eyes. Hatshepsut held her head up high as she watched the men pass her with Osorsen, only her eyes moved as they followed the men. Isetheperu only eyed the men with interest, before returning speaking to her daughter, “Remember Hatshepsut as Queen, you must be passive, but visible to compliment your Pharaoh,” The elder woman said as she looked to her daughter, “You must be the smartest person in the room, and no one should know it – that my child is your strongest weapon.” Hatshepsut nodded at mother, “Yes mother.”
The two women passed the entrance of the Palace as they continued the walk outside on Palace grounds. The sun was blazing on this day as Ra rides the skies, though soon he will be taking his radiant chariot into the depths of the Duat to battle the World Eater and the Lord of Chaos, Apep. The Queen looked at the sun as she was barely listening to her mother speak on the importance of becoming the Pharaoh’s silent support… A lesson she has heard many times over. She was trying to focus on her mother as she returned her attention from the sun, but her mind trailed onto seeing Osorsen. Hatshepsut could not help but worry about him as all she saw was a rush to get him inside, so what is she to think? The only thing she could do was keep her resolve as she was with her mother.
Time has passed, the sun was still at its peak, before she heard her mother speak her name and Hatshepsut responded, sounding fluttered, “Oh – yes, Mother?” Isetheperu shook her head, “Have you heard anything I’ve said?” Hatshepsut nodded, “Of course I was listening to you mother and I am understanding what it means to be Queen of Ptah's creations.” Isetheperu eyed her daughter for a moment, before she waved her off, “Be on your way then daughter, we will speak again upon Ra’s return.” Hatshepsut nodded at her mother, who continued walking further. Nothing but excitement filled her body as she was finally free to herself and the very to do is to go see about the man on her mind – Hathor deemed it so.
Hatshepsut turned around to make her way into the Palace. The young Queen held the skirt of her white kalasiris as she skated into the Palace. Hatshepsut walked with a purpose inside the spacious home of the Pharaoh and Queen trying to find the location of her love. Hatshepsut stopped a servant as she approached him, “Servant, I am in need of your assistance.” Hatshepsut called out politely as she seen the servant turn to face her and immediately he dropped his head in reverence, “Your Evening Radiance, how may I assist.” Hatshepsut smiled kindly, “I am looking for a man, who was carried into the Palace some time ago – do you know where he might be?” The servant nodded, “I did take notice of a man being carried to the Royal Physician, your Majesty.”
The Queen nodded, “Thank you, may Ra keep you.” Hatshepsut as she continued further into the palace, her mind set on finding Osorsen. Eventually she came up to a room that was lined up with long beds and all but one was unfurnished. There was one bed that was fully furnished and Osorsen laid within, the Ra’s rays touching his skin like gentle kisses. Hatshepsut entered the room slowly, though once she was close enough she spoke, “Osorsen, you have finally returned.”
Hatshepsut was eager to leave her mother’s side, because she finally saw him. Osorsen has finally returned from his campaign as Deputy General. Sadly, the Queen only saw the honorable man in passing as he was being carried into the palace, because of the injury he gained – it was a quick glance, but long enough for Hatshepsut to realize who it was. She is unaware of what happened, and she was not too keen to asking the men who were carrying Osorsen to ask what was wrong either, nor was it wise to show her mother how much she cared. Everything is complicated in Hatshepsut’s life, but when she is with Osorsen those conflicts become nothing more than distant memories. All her lessons with her mother are simply time consuming and boring in comparison to the times she has spent with her love. The way he looks at her makes her body feel as if the radiant Ra touched her himself, because she feels warm and relaxed with just a simple glance from Osorsen. Everything is just easy when she is around him, there is a connection that is undeniable, and Hatshepsut would happy to explore that side of her life. Hathor has truly blessed the two of them with the chance of love, this is a feeling Hatshepsut could dwell on for a lifetime. Now that he is back, she could feel the way she does at its peak.
The Queen paid little attention to the group of men carrying the wounded man in as she stood next to her mother, who was also looking at the group of men as they passed the royal women, entering the palace. Hatshepsut stood next to her mother dressed in a white Kalasiris draped by a shawl that’s equal in color, also adorned with a Passium made of gold and Lapis Lazuli stones, depicting a hawk crowned with a solar disk. On top of her head she wore a wig of braided hair, whose ends were beaded by golden and blue beads. Wrapping her head was a golden crowned and in front was the Uraeus, connecting her to Ra the universe. Hatshepsut is a beautiful girl, her makeup only enhanced her beauty as the kohl lined her eyes enhancing her brown eyes. Hatshepsut held her head up high as she watched the men pass her with Osorsen, only her eyes moved as they followed the men. Isetheperu only eyed the men with interest, before returning speaking to her daughter, “Remember Hatshepsut as Queen, you must be passive, but visible to compliment your Pharaoh,” The elder woman said as she looked to her daughter, “You must be the smartest person in the room, and no one should know it – that my child is your strongest weapon.” Hatshepsut nodded at mother, “Yes mother.”
The two women passed the entrance of the Palace as they continued the walk outside on Palace grounds. The sun was blazing on this day as Ra rides the skies, though soon he will be taking his radiant chariot into the depths of the Duat to battle the World Eater and the Lord of Chaos, Apep. The Queen looked at the sun as she was barely listening to her mother speak on the importance of becoming the Pharaoh’s silent support… A lesson she has heard many times over. She was trying to focus on her mother as she returned her attention from the sun, but her mind trailed onto seeing Osorsen. Hatshepsut could not help but worry about him as all she saw was a rush to get him inside, so what is she to think? The only thing she could do was keep her resolve as she was with her mother.
Time has passed, the sun was still at its peak, before she heard her mother speak her name and Hatshepsut responded, sounding fluttered, “Oh – yes, Mother?” Isetheperu shook her head, “Have you heard anything I’ve said?” Hatshepsut nodded, “Of course I was listening to you mother and I am understanding what it means to be Queen of Ptah's creations.” Isetheperu eyed her daughter for a moment, before she waved her off, “Be on your way then daughter, we will speak again upon Ra’s return.” Hatshepsut nodded at her mother, who continued walking further. Nothing but excitement filled her body as she was finally free to herself and the very to do is to go see about the man on her mind – Hathor deemed it so.
Hatshepsut turned around to make her way into the Palace. The young Queen held the skirt of her white kalasiris as she skated into the Palace. Hatshepsut walked with a purpose inside the spacious home of the Pharaoh and Queen trying to find the location of her love. Hatshepsut stopped a servant as she approached him, “Servant, I am in need of your assistance.” Hatshepsut called out politely as she seen the servant turn to face her and immediately he dropped his head in reverence, “Your Evening Radiance, how may I assist.” Hatshepsut smiled kindly, “I am looking for a man, who was carried into the Palace some time ago – do you know where he might be?” The servant nodded, “I did take notice of a man being carried to the Royal Physician, your Majesty.”
The Queen nodded, “Thank you, may Ra keep you.” Hatshepsut as she continued further into the palace, her mind set on finding Osorsen. Eventually she came up to a room that was lined up with long beds and all but one was unfurnished. There was one bed that was fully furnished and Osorsen laid within, the Ra’s rays touching his skin like gentle kisses. Hatshepsut entered the room slowly, though once she was close enough she spoke, “Osorsen, you have finally returned.”
He’d been in a horrible mood ever since he’d been dragged from the field. The arrow in his foot had been a mere bother that he could have ignored had his men not bodily hauled him away to get treatment. It was humiliating, the way everyone insisted on lugging him about, as if he was a cripple now. The toe had been severed and that was that, he ought to be up around and walking himself places. The pain wasn’t unmanageable and had they somehow lost the battle he could have continued on just fine, but they had won and now everyone was fussing over him in an irritating fashion.
Being carried in and placed in an infirmary in front of the royal court was infuriating, but at least it allowed him a glimpse of her. He had known her as long as she had been alive, her birth celebrated as much as the death of her father had been mourned, and the Moghadam family had sworn to protect her and the crown. It was only in the last few years though that she had gone from child to be protected, to beautiful woman with the weight of a kingdom on her shoulders. As soon as she married she and her husband would take the reins from her mother as regent, and when their eyes had fallen on one another Osorsen had been certain he would be that man.
Alone in his bed he was glaring out the window with his arms folded across his chest, the physician had looked him over and declared he must rest while the wound finished its healing before he could put weight on it properly. It was not the diagnosis he had wanted to hear and he had bellowed as much until he had tried to get up and walk out and was instead thrown off balance and ushered back into bed. They would send him home to his grandfather soon and all of his plans would be pushed back. How could he prove he was the best choice to be her husband if he was kept out of sight and prevented from gathering more victories as proof.
He heard soft footsteps padding in before she spoke, and as he turned his expression softened instantly to see who it was, a smile replacing his stony scowl for a moment before the irritation was back as she referenced his return.
”Yes, though not in the way I had hoped.” Extending his arm to beckon her closer, they were in a private enough location he had no qualms in attempting to pull her into the bed with him. It had been far too long since he’d held her last, and their parting had been far too brief. ”Can you still love a man who is not whole?”
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He’d been in a horrible mood ever since he’d been dragged from the field. The arrow in his foot had been a mere bother that he could have ignored had his men not bodily hauled him away to get treatment. It was humiliating, the way everyone insisted on lugging him about, as if he was a cripple now. The toe had been severed and that was that, he ought to be up around and walking himself places. The pain wasn’t unmanageable and had they somehow lost the battle he could have continued on just fine, but they had won and now everyone was fussing over him in an irritating fashion.
Being carried in and placed in an infirmary in front of the royal court was infuriating, but at least it allowed him a glimpse of her. He had known her as long as she had been alive, her birth celebrated as much as the death of her father had been mourned, and the Moghadam family had sworn to protect her and the crown. It was only in the last few years though that she had gone from child to be protected, to beautiful woman with the weight of a kingdom on her shoulders. As soon as she married she and her husband would take the reins from her mother as regent, and when their eyes had fallen on one another Osorsen had been certain he would be that man.
Alone in his bed he was glaring out the window with his arms folded across his chest, the physician had looked him over and declared he must rest while the wound finished its healing before he could put weight on it properly. It was not the diagnosis he had wanted to hear and he had bellowed as much until he had tried to get up and walk out and was instead thrown off balance and ushered back into bed. They would send him home to his grandfather soon and all of his plans would be pushed back. How could he prove he was the best choice to be her husband if he was kept out of sight and prevented from gathering more victories as proof.
He heard soft footsteps padding in before she spoke, and as he turned his expression softened instantly to see who it was, a smile replacing his stony scowl for a moment before the irritation was back as she referenced his return.
”Yes, though not in the way I had hoped.” Extending his arm to beckon her closer, they were in a private enough location he had no qualms in attempting to pull her into the bed with him. It had been far too long since he’d held her last, and their parting had been far too brief. ”Can you still love a man who is not whole?”
He’d been in a horrible mood ever since he’d been dragged from the field. The arrow in his foot had been a mere bother that he could have ignored had his men not bodily hauled him away to get treatment. It was humiliating, the way everyone insisted on lugging him about, as if he was a cripple now. The toe had been severed and that was that, he ought to be up around and walking himself places. The pain wasn’t unmanageable and had they somehow lost the battle he could have continued on just fine, but they had won and now everyone was fussing over him in an irritating fashion.
Being carried in and placed in an infirmary in front of the royal court was infuriating, but at least it allowed him a glimpse of her. He had known her as long as she had been alive, her birth celebrated as much as the death of her father had been mourned, and the Moghadam family had sworn to protect her and the crown. It was only in the last few years though that she had gone from child to be protected, to beautiful woman with the weight of a kingdom on her shoulders. As soon as she married she and her husband would take the reins from her mother as regent, and when their eyes had fallen on one another Osorsen had been certain he would be that man.
Alone in his bed he was glaring out the window with his arms folded across his chest, the physician had looked him over and declared he must rest while the wound finished its healing before he could put weight on it properly. It was not the diagnosis he had wanted to hear and he had bellowed as much until he had tried to get up and walk out and was instead thrown off balance and ushered back into bed. They would send him home to his grandfather soon and all of his plans would be pushed back. How could he prove he was the best choice to be her husband if he was kept out of sight and prevented from gathering more victories as proof.
He heard soft footsteps padding in before she spoke, and as he turned his expression softened instantly to see who it was, a smile replacing his stony scowl for a moment before the irritation was back as she referenced his return.
”Yes, though not in the way I had hoped.” Extending his arm to beckon her closer, they were in a private enough location he had no qualms in attempting to pull her into the bed with him. It had been far too long since he’d held her last, and their parting had been far too brief. ”Can you still love a man who is not whole?”
Hatsheput’s felt like the palms of Ra as her eyes were finally able to lay upon the brown skin of her love. She could feel Hathor’s presence with them as the two pair locked eyes and spoke, this was the feeling Hatshepsut could not squander away. Osorsen was becoming the light that shines her path and maybe being the Queen of Egypt was not all that stress inducing – the war General made all her qualms go away. All of insecurities were handle, the warm of his body against her on was something magical, yet neither never laid as one. At that, the Queen remains a virgin, a body who has yet gone touched by the love of another. Sex was brought up a few times with her mother, though any one can be told about experiences and stories of the ordeal, but in order to understand a few things there must be some level of experience. Osorsen is an experienced man, much older than she, but Hatshepsut cannot help but feel that he was a missing link. Everything clicked, his way of pursuit was in no way degrading of harsh… Hatshepsut fell in love with a man whose words flowed like the Nile and gentleness of a hawk’s feathers. A man of great distinction, a man she wishes the council would take heed of.
The Queen moved to Osorsen’s side, already slipping her within the sheets he lays in; although, the young woman was careful when lying next to the healing man. Hatshepsut, smoothly, placed her hand onto her lover’s bare chest, feeling the blessings of his living heart, the Queen said softly as she looked at Osorsen, “The material is not what I love about you,” The Queen said as she leaned against the warrior, “The gods have blessed you with a Ka that touches my own, for that, I would love you more than just your body.” In other words, Hatshepsut would still love Osorsen if he was nothing more than a spirit, peeking from the depths of the Duat. This was something new to the young Queen, love felt like a fire in her belly that was filled with passion and energy. A fire she prays that is everlasting like the burning sun that is pulled by Ra’s chariot.
Lying next to Osorsen was something major for Hatshepsut and already she felt her nerves ravage her body. Its like Set has chosen the Queen to be his pawn for chaos, because she was feeling so much anxiety stepping out of her normal. If her mother was to ever find her like this, she doesn’t know if she would be appalled, or surprise that her daughter was even in the same bed with a man. Its not a secret that the Queen is a shy woman, though lying next to Osorsen just felt so right to Hatshepsut. All she could do was just look at the chiseled man as she laid next him, trying to control her nervousness on the inside. She appeared well, but her heart felt as if it was going to come through her chest the longer she remained at his side.
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Hatsheput’s felt like the palms of Ra as her eyes were finally able to lay upon the brown skin of her love. She could feel Hathor’s presence with them as the two pair locked eyes and spoke, this was the feeling Hatshepsut could not squander away. Osorsen was becoming the light that shines her path and maybe being the Queen of Egypt was not all that stress inducing – the war General made all her qualms go away. All of insecurities were handle, the warm of his body against her on was something magical, yet neither never laid as one. At that, the Queen remains a virgin, a body who has yet gone touched by the love of another. Sex was brought up a few times with her mother, though any one can be told about experiences and stories of the ordeal, but in order to understand a few things there must be some level of experience. Osorsen is an experienced man, much older than she, but Hatshepsut cannot help but feel that he was a missing link. Everything clicked, his way of pursuit was in no way degrading of harsh… Hatshepsut fell in love with a man whose words flowed like the Nile and gentleness of a hawk’s feathers. A man of great distinction, a man she wishes the council would take heed of.
The Queen moved to Osorsen’s side, already slipping her within the sheets he lays in; although, the young woman was careful when lying next to the healing man. Hatshepsut, smoothly, placed her hand onto her lover’s bare chest, feeling the blessings of his living heart, the Queen said softly as she looked at Osorsen, “The material is not what I love about you,” The Queen said as she leaned against the warrior, “The gods have blessed you with a Ka that touches my own, for that, I would love you more than just your body.” In other words, Hatshepsut would still love Osorsen if he was nothing more than a spirit, peeking from the depths of the Duat. This was something new to the young Queen, love felt like a fire in her belly that was filled with passion and energy. A fire she prays that is everlasting like the burning sun that is pulled by Ra’s chariot.
Lying next to Osorsen was something major for Hatshepsut and already she felt her nerves ravage her body. Its like Set has chosen the Queen to be his pawn for chaos, because she was feeling so much anxiety stepping out of her normal. If her mother was to ever find her like this, she doesn’t know if she would be appalled, or surprise that her daughter was even in the same bed with a man. Its not a secret that the Queen is a shy woman, though lying next to Osorsen just felt so right to Hatshepsut. All she could do was just look at the chiseled man as she laid next him, trying to control her nervousness on the inside. She appeared well, but her heart felt as if it was going to come through her chest the longer she remained at his side.
Hatsheput’s felt like the palms of Ra as her eyes were finally able to lay upon the brown skin of her love. She could feel Hathor’s presence with them as the two pair locked eyes and spoke, this was the feeling Hatshepsut could not squander away. Osorsen was becoming the light that shines her path and maybe being the Queen of Egypt was not all that stress inducing – the war General made all her qualms go away. All of insecurities were handle, the warm of his body against her on was something magical, yet neither never laid as one. At that, the Queen remains a virgin, a body who has yet gone touched by the love of another. Sex was brought up a few times with her mother, though any one can be told about experiences and stories of the ordeal, but in order to understand a few things there must be some level of experience. Osorsen is an experienced man, much older than she, but Hatshepsut cannot help but feel that he was a missing link. Everything clicked, his way of pursuit was in no way degrading of harsh… Hatshepsut fell in love with a man whose words flowed like the Nile and gentleness of a hawk’s feathers. A man of great distinction, a man she wishes the council would take heed of.
The Queen moved to Osorsen’s side, already slipping her within the sheets he lays in; although, the young woman was careful when lying next to the healing man. Hatshepsut, smoothly, placed her hand onto her lover’s bare chest, feeling the blessings of his living heart, the Queen said softly as she looked at Osorsen, “The material is not what I love about you,” The Queen said as she leaned against the warrior, “The gods have blessed you with a Ka that touches my own, for that, I would love you more than just your body.” In other words, Hatshepsut would still love Osorsen if he was nothing more than a spirit, peeking from the depths of the Duat. This was something new to the young Queen, love felt like a fire in her belly that was filled with passion and energy. A fire she prays that is everlasting like the burning sun that is pulled by Ra’s chariot.
Lying next to Osorsen was something major for Hatshepsut and already she felt her nerves ravage her body. Its like Set has chosen the Queen to be his pawn for chaos, because she was feeling so much anxiety stepping out of her normal. If her mother was to ever find her like this, she doesn’t know if she would be appalled, or surprise that her daughter was even in the same bed with a man. Its not a secret that the Queen is a shy woman, though lying next to Osorsen just felt so right to Hatshepsut. All she could do was just look at the chiseled man as she laid next him, trying to control her nervousness on the inside. She appeared well, but her heart felt as if it was going to come through her chest the longer she remained at his side.
