|The Daughter of Egypt, The Lady of 'Grace'
Author: NekoFlowers PM
I ran fast, ignoring the calls of my name behind me. "Nefertari! Get back here," Arisi yelled, making me snicker under my breathe. How I wished I could look behind me and see the younger gir run and trip over and fall flat on her face. Yea, mother and father would be upset but why not live for the moment, even if it leads to your death. My name is Nefertari and I'm a child of EgyptRated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Romance - Rameses - Chapters: 4 - Words: 11,715 - Reviews: 23 - Favs: 15 - Follows: 17 - Updated: 10-02-12 - Published: 06-27-12 - id: 8263475
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Finally the next chapter. ^^ I've decided that this one will be a long one and that i'll have a bit of a story change. I also want to thank all of the Story Favorites & Follows and Author Favorites & Follows. And not to mention the reviews. I love them all hehehe. ^^
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own DreamWorks , Prince of Egypt nor do I own Nefertari.
I DO own, Nefertari's storyline, Anpu, Irisi, and all of the siblings mentioned in this chapter. hehehe =^-^=
UPDATE : Totally added more stuff that I thought would be very much needed. Edited a few things i honostly forgot to edit. 3 Blame it on the ... robot monkeys. They are responsible. Thankies and hope you enjoy!
|| 03 ||
The hallways were dark, only holding the soft chirp of crickets and the crackle of the night torches. All was quiet and serene even when three womEn walked slowly down the dimly lit corridor.
Irisi, one of the three women, clasped her hands in front of her, allowing her eyes to watch the path in front of her. Although her appearance seemed tranquil and adorned in peace, she was everything but so. In her mind, she felt troubled. The events that lead up to her stroll loomed on her mind like a feline stalking a mouse. So much had happened that day, so much she wished she could rewind.
Nefertari had once again avoided her studies, which, once again, resulted in her husband Anpu's inflamed rage. Due to that rage, her husband had been hurt. Although she had been physically hurt in the process, she knew Anpu was hurting more, in ways she could never experience. It was evident with his words. The words he had muttered under his breath.
I don't deserve this, his voice seemed to echo in her mind. How her heart ached. It was clear what he meant ... and it hurt. For some strange reason, Irisi felt as if she was to blame. As if all that happened was her own fault. And maybe it was ... maybe she was the cause of this controversy.
"Miss Irisi!" a voice yelled waking her from her daze. She felt a pair of hands grabbing her shoulders from behind, stopping her in her tracks. She gasped at where she was. She had wandered outside and was only one step away from falling down the stairs of the home entrance. She looked over her shoulder to see Mut, one of the women who had been walking with her and who was also her personal slave.
Mut was a heavy set woman. Her skin was very dark and her eyes even darker. Her hair, despite her age, was a beauitful red. Irisi loved having this woman at her side. She was trustworthy and quite a bit of fun to be around. And not only that, but she was very protective. Although, given protection from countless guards and slaves, Irisi gained a sense of motherly reassurance and protection form Mut.
Irisi blinked for a moment, surprised and relieved that she had been stopped. Trying to maintain a calm outlook, she spoke, "Why thank you, Mut. I don't know what came upon me. Shall we head back inside?"
Mut stared at Irisi, overly distressed with the woman's state of mind and health. "My lady, are you alright? Are you ill?"
Irisi laughed. "Of course not. I was originally thinking of taking a walk towards the temples but ... I am feeling a bit tired."
A younger voice joined in the conversation. "My lady, we should take you to your chambers and call a priest. Perhaps you are ill. Are you feeling queasy?"
Irisi's gaze traveled to the younger woman who went by the name Amisi. Amisi had recently joined her family not a few weeks before. Irisi loved the girl but something about her held an oddity. She was very figdety in situations concerning the guards. Irisi didn't know much about the girl nor her origins, but she did know that her family was very poor and was rarely talked about when Irisi asked about them. All she knew about the girl is that she was the one of five children and was a twin but her brother died at birth. Due to this, Irisi rarely talked to Amisi about such matters.
"No, it is alright. I am in no need a priest. I am fine," she argued, hoping to reassure the two women.
"Well at least allow us to escort you to your chambers." Mut was not convinced. She knew how her mistress behaved during situations and this situation brought back memories of when her lady was poor in health.
Quickly rejecting her with a shake of her head, Irisi added, "I am fine without your assistance for that, my loyal ones. I would like to walk there on my own for I need the time to think about certain matters. Now if you will excuse me, ladies." Seeing that the woman were not leaving, she added, "Go to your homes and rest for the night. Tomorrow will be another day of labor. You need your rest."
The two women looked at each other and hesitantly headed back to their homes.
Realizing she needed one final request, she called out, "Wait!"
The two looked back at her, waiting for her response.
"Before you leave ... I must ask that you grant me a favor."
The two slaves looked at each other once more and then looked towards the noblewoman, "Yes, my lady?"
|| MEANWHILE ||
Anpu stood on the balcony, his eyes cast out across the land lit by the pale gaze of the moon. It was quiet tonight, much to his displeasure. It left him alone with his thoughts which only seemed to cause him to reflect back on the incident from before and allow guilt and self-anger fill his heart.
With his job, it was very difficult for him not to behave a certain way towards things. When a slave made a mistake, he knew he had to punish them with the only way he could - the whip. Why had he allowed himself to use the same method of punishment on low classmen on his high class daughter? And why such punishment like the whip?
He tightly clutched the railing of the balcony, gritting his teeth together. Why couldn't he be a better father? He rarely spent time with his son, and to make up for that loss of father and son bond he would ravish the boy in the finest of delicacies and all that he thought the young boy would like. It was nearly the same for his daughters. He knew nothing personal about them, none of their wants or plans. Nothing. What kind of father did that make him? Even the Pharoah made time for his sons. How could he not do the same for his family?
Suddenly he heard the sound of footsteps, quiet as the night closely followed by the scent of sweet honey. He shivered at knowing who it was. His beautiful wife, Irisi. His legs felt weak all of a sudden and his heart began to pound. Suddenly, the image of the blood on his wife's shoulders from the events before made his stomach churn and his eyes water. Why was he not the man he used to be? Why wasn't he a good father? Why?
Suddenly, the feel of warm arms wrapping around his stomach and a head resting against the bareness of his back made him nearly jump out of his skin yet gave him a sense of peace and love. The sweet smell of honey drowned over him, causing him to nearly melt. He opened his mouth and lightly muttered her name. "Irisi ..."
The woman made no immediate comment and only tightened her hold on him.
Anpu let his hands to enclose over her own, and whipered to her, "Irisi, my love, please forgive -"
"Anpu, my dear," she interrupeted, "don't."
Hearing her voice immediately reminded him of her pleas, her begging. Calling him 'Lord'. His stomach churned in disgust. Not disgust for her ... but for himself. He turned around to face her, letting his eyes run over her beautiful skin and her enchanting eyes. He let his hand move to her own and grabbed them tightly. "Irisi ... I am sorry. I am soo sorry. I am not the man I used to be. How can you love a man like me?"
Hearing her voice immediately reminded him of her pleas, her begging. Calling him 'Lord'. His stomach rolled in disgust. Not disgust for her ... but for himself. He turned around to face her, letting his eyes run over her beautiful skin and her enchanting chocolate brown eyes. He let his hand move to her own and grabbed them tightly. "Irisi ... I am sorry. I am so sorry. I am not the man I used to be. I wish I could be but ... I just no longer have those qualities. How can you love a man like me?"
"No," Irisi stated, placing her hand over his, "You are still the man I love. You are just as I remembered. Strict. Brave. And loving. All the things I adore about you."
His eyes looked down at her shouder, at the long slash that he could see through her silk sleeve. He quickly pulled away. "Too strict! Not brave. And not even near to loving! I can hardly treat my own wife and my children accordingly," Anpu ranted, stepping back into their bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed. "I am not the man I used to be. I ... I am a monster."
His eyes looked down at her shouder, at the long slash that he could see through her silk sleeve. He quickly pulled away. "Too strict! Not brave. And not even close to loving! I can hardly treat my own wife and my children accordingly," Anpu ranted, stepping back into their bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed. "I am not the man I used to be. I ... I am a monster."
Irisi took a seat beside him and looked at him with compassion swimming in her eyes. "Anpu, you are NOT a monster. You are a man. A man who loves his family very much. A man who has made so many sacrifices in order for us. You are not the man you used to be." She placed a hand on his check and turned him so he was looking at her. "You're someone so much better."
Anpu stared at his wife, thankful for her words. He cupped her chin and leaned in, laying a soft sweet kiss along her lips in which she replied back passionately.
Irisi slowly pulled away from the kiss, remembering she had to inform him of something. "Anpu, my love. I have something to tell you," she said looking into his eyes.
"-And that's what happened. Any questions?" Nefertari asked, clasping her hands together after completing her story of the events from before.
Zesiro frowned. "YES! Why did you allow yourself to be captured, Nefertari? You could have gotten away," the older girl snarled, slamming her fists on the bed's cushion.
Frowning, Nefertari balled her fists. "I told you before. That guy knocked me over. I was almost away and then he appeared out of the blue and knocked me down." She glared off into space, remembering the man. His dark skin. His taunting eyes. His shaved head with only a ponytail to compliment his baldness. She didn't know who he was but she knew she wanted her revenge.
Kakra, nearly asleep, stared at Nefertari. "You should find this man and teach him a lesson, dear sister."
Nefertari looked at the older girl, eyes slightly squinted yet with a unsure gaze. "Do you think so?"
Nodding off, Kakra bounced her head up while wearily playing with sleeping Horus's ponytail. "Hmmhm."
"I agree! We should do that, Nef. Find this guy and make him regret what he did," Zesiro spoke brazenly.
Kakra, nearly asleep, leaned up and yelled, "Zesiro, silence yourself. I was nearly asleep."
Nefertari quickly ignored the clamouring of the two sisters and focused on what Kakra had said. She knew it was mostly the sleep talking but the idea amused her. She did feel like granting her lust for revenge.
Who ever that guy was ... I am going to make him pay, the young noble daughter thought. And I know exactly how. Ready to tell her sisters about her ingenius plan, Nefertari turned only to find both Zesiro and Kakra asleep. Letting out a heavy sigh, she smiled and slowly lay herself down on her bed, letting herself fall into the comfort of sleep.
Tomorrow, Nefertari thought on the brink of sleep, I'll get my revenge on both Shamise and that guy. And with a final sluggish bat of her eyes, Nefertari drifted into the calm serene place of sleep.
Anpu sat in silence at the news of what his wife had done. It sent goosebumps down his spine, made his heart sink. How, no why, did this happen? The gods HAD to be punishing him.
Irisi stared at him, a bit worried about how he would react. "I felt I had to do it. In order to keep our family intact and keep you less stressed. I hate seeing you hurt," she said softly looking down.
"N-no. I understand. I just wish ... we could have disgusted this before you made such a rash, no, I mean heavy decision. But what has been done is done. We'll prepare them tomorrow," Anpu said not wanted to drift on the subject any longer. He slowly moved and climbed fully into the bed and crawling under the sheets and trying his best to go to sleep.
Irisi stared at his form, her eyes wide and full of saddness. It was clear he didn't want to speak further on the topic, so she did the only thing she could. She moved over to her side of the cot and climbed in behind him. She wrapped her arms around him, feeling him tense at her touch. Yes, Irisi thought closing her eyes as a tear rolled down her cheek, I have made a mistake.
And the end of the chapter. ^v^ Sowy it took so long, I was trying to perfect it to a point and finally I did. ^V^ I hope this is to all you're liking you all. Heheehe. Thankies. And please, reveiwers let me know I have readers and readers inspire me to write more. So R&R everyone. Heartsies. 3 3