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Thread: Love of the Desert [[ShadyxHoudini]]

Even as he watched her her expression remained calm and collected. She was used to people completely ignoring her, especially those in higher social brackets than her. Among the slaves Tahirah may have risen in steps, but she would never rise above the over title of a 'slave'. She was unclean and below the heel of just about anyone else. The girl expected to be waved off immediately - he seemed to like to eat breakfast by himself lately. Tahirah didn't question when she wasn't dismissed, however, and simply stood with her hands folded neatly in front of her. She breathed in deeply, the rise and fall of her chest vaguely visible under the cotton dress she wore. The only other movement she made was to shift gently from one foot to another. When he spoke to her she was certain that her jaw should have dropped to the floor if she hadn't been clenching it so tightly. His voice was smooth and almost pleasant, not harsh or demanding as with most royalty. She listened to what he was saying and swallowed back, letting her deep brown eyes flick to the tray that she'd been carrying moments earlier. N-No, your highness... I don't get cheese often at all, she replied. Her voice was almost poetic in it's lightness, smooth. Sensual, perhaps, in any other setting. But here, she was just trying not to displease him. He had put her in an awkward spot, however - if she refused his offering, she would be rude and likely receive lashings. If she took it, she may look greedy. She was required to find a sort of middle ground that would settle both sides, without getting herself in trouble, but mostly pleasing him - that was always the ultimate ends of her means. To please the Prince, make him happy and comfortable. If she didn't do her job... Tahirah shook herself out of her thoughts, realizing she was being rude by not answering him. You have so much to do, Prince, I would not want your sustenance for the morning wasted on me, unless you see fit to graciously share, she said, choosing her words carefully as she tried to smooth over the situation. And the headmaster... He is as harsh as he needs to be to keep us in line, to keep us doing what we need to do... she said, a slight twitch to her face. Tahirah had her fair share of scars - all on her back, covered always by the cloth she wore - from her earlier days a servant when she refused to listen. Her lashing had become less frequent since then, but working so closely to the Pharaoh's son she was aware that with one flick of his wrist, he could change that. The girl tread carefully around him.
Thread: Love of the Desert [[ShadyxHoudini]]

Hamadi's eyes did not leave her as she responded to his unusual request, clearly taken off guard. As she shifted around, deciding how to reply to him, Hamadi was not as impatient with her as he could have been. This was because he was busy studying her raven black hair, perfectly in place, her deep thoughtful eyes, and her smooth tanned skin. He thought to himself that he had never really studied her in this manner before. As he took note of her recently developed womanly figure, he then realized that there was no point in doing so. After all, she was there to serve him, and nothing more. But he had already made an offer to her, he rationalized this as a reason for not dismissing her. No, I insist that you eat some, Tahirah. This is simply too delightful to not try, at least once in a while, he explained cordially. She clearly was trying to act according to her training as a slave, but he knew she had no training to prepare her for a conversation with him . I can't imagine the headmaster would need to discipline you often, he continued. You always seem to be quite diligent about your responsibilities. Why have you been punished by him? Although he really shouldn't care, he was quite curious to know for some reason. He knew that she would be assigned to serve the party that he was throwing tonight for many of his cousins and friends, and although he knew he would see more of here there, he knew that he would never speak with here there, so he settled on the fact that now was the time to settle for once any curiosities that he might have about the striking girl.
Thread: Love of the Desert [[ShadyxHoudini]]

Hearing his words, she allowed herself one flick of her eyes over his form as he sat eating. She never looked him in the face - she knew better than that for sure. If anyone ever caught her staring at him she was certain to get in trouble - not that that meant she hadn't had the time in the last few weeks to study his features when no one was watching. His strong jaw bone, his heavenly eyes - that divinely smooth looking skin. She wished she could touch it, just compare it to her own but knew she would never, ever be allowed to get that close. Tahirah almost sighed but stopped herself short. Instead her eyes followed up to the tray and she slid a quiet, smooth step forward. Her tender hand reached out for one piece of the smooth cheese that he enjoyed every morning, careful not to touch any of the other food, before she cradled it in her hand and moved back to her spot. Thank you very much, you highness, she said, bowing her head for a second before nibbling lightly at the piece. Her brain wanted her to eat it all at once but her tongue wanted her to savor it. Unlike him, she didn't get such rich food every day - once in a while, sure, if they had to eat it before it went bad, but mostly she was stuck with the basics. It's true I haven't been punished recently, she nodded her head lightly, some of her hair falling over her shoulder. In fact, I was put in charge of some of the younger slaves a- she began but quickly shut herself up. Although she was prideful of this and, for a slave it was an honor of sorts though it also meant more work for her, she realized her pride could be mistaken as gloating and then, farther than that, disrespect. Tahirah wasn't actually answering his question with that tidbit of information, after all. It was clear that her time under the heel, as it were, had scared her out of her wits around him. I used to get in trouble for not doing my assigned chores, she swallowed another nibble of the cheese, careful not to speak with any in her mouth. So they would... Punish me for misbehaving around guests, she said, avoiding the word lash or hit for something more discretionary.
Thread: Love of the Desert [[ShadyxHoudini]]

You're welcome , he responded to her expression of gratitude. I certainly hope that you are enjoying it. He stood up and paced back and forth across the large room while he picked up a bean cake and took a bite, followed by a long sip of his drink. He looked upwards, at the high, palatial ceiling, as he collected his thoughts. His eyes, on the way back down, took in a glimpse of the form of her breasts pointing outwards through her kalasiris. His mind gravitated towards some forbidden thoughts for a moment, undressing Tahirah in his mind. He wondered if her petite breasts were as tan as the rest of her, or if her exposed skin was only darker from exposure to the sun. This random thought passed quickly, as he concentrated on what she was saying. As he heard put in charge of some of the younger slaves, he snickered softly out loud, before catching himself. So this is what she is proud of, he thought to himself. One lowly slave being charged with the oversight of another slightly lower individual? I see , he said in response to the mention of some of her past punishments. He suddenly became angry at himself for showing such interest in the girl, and became a bit short in his mannerisms. He realized that he had asked her to stay, but he now felt ashamed at that. Well, I must say, I have quite a busy schedule today that I must prepare for. I'm sure you have plenty of work assignments as well. With that, he turned his back to her, walking towards the door to the next room and he finished his bean cake, choosing not to dignify her with a word of farewell or another glance at her face or figure.
Thread: Love of the Desert [[ShadyxHoudini]]

After a few more longing bites she finished the piece of cheese, licking her pink lips quietly. She nodded her head when he made a comment, but didn't answer because it wasn't a question. Her breath was slow and she could smell the fresh greens and flowers that were brought into his room, the smell making her eyes flutter for a second before she lifted her head again, though her eyes avoided his form at all times. Tahirah had no idea about the Prince's fleeting thoughts of her. She'd had her own questions about him - she did have to look at him half-naked quite often, after all. His chest was toned and he was tan enough, though compared to her he was sort of pale. She allowed herself to watch his form as he turned his back to her, dismissing her without so much as a good bye. Her head nodded to him out of habit and she lowered it slightly until he had disappeared into the other room. Because he had left, her next chore was to take his sheets and get them cleaned, and get him a new set. She started with the pillow cases and large blanket, stripping them from the bed and carefully stuffing them into a basket that she would later carry to the wash room - she couldn't let it touch the ground, even if it was dirty. Next was the bed sheet. When no one was watching, she took a soft smell of the cotton and let a smirk pass quickly over her lips. It smelled like he did, a subtle mixture of sweet almonds and flowers. Suddenly realizing what she was doing, she shook herself back to reality and placed the sheets in the basket to be brought back to the washing room. The new sheets did not have the same smell, though she knew after he'd laid in the bed a few times, it would come back. Sighing quietly after she made up his bed perfectly from a clean set of linens in a nearby drawer, she carried the dirty sheets, and the rest of his unclean laundry, back to the wash room. His quick dismissal of her had offset her from her slightly interested mood earlier - he seemed to want to talk to her and then... Flash, it was over. A sigh escaped from between her lips. He always seemed so quick to change his demeanor around her... Tahirah was a nervous wreck around him, but there was something about him that intrigued her. A few times she'd glanced at him when he wasn't looking and he looked almost poetic, sad about something she couldn't put her finger on. She wondered about him, what it would be liked to just talk to him. Maybe he wasn't so different from her, or anyone else deep down - Divine, certainly gorgeous in the way his face was almost a sculpture for sure, but something about his demeanor made him more human... Until he treated her like he often did, at least around others. Then he wasn't quite so attractive anymore. But as she set the basket down in the washroom and wiped a bit of sweat from her forehead, she knew she wouldn't ever get that chance.
Thread: Love of the Desert [[ShadyxHoudini]]

Hamadi went from breakfast to his language lessons in his palace. This month he was learning the basics of the Hittite tongue. The lessons were conducted by his private tutor, the most fluent Hittite tutor who could be found among the Egyptians. A prince was expected to learn such things, as diplomacy might require negotiations and treaties with the neighboring kingdoms. He labored through the first hour of his lesson, and as they entered the second and final hour, it became evident that his mind was not in the lesson. Tell me how one would ask Is this a temple, in Hittite , the tutor quizzed him. His temper boiled over at that point, the answer unable to navigate through his mind among the confused thoughts filling it up. I dont care how you would say that! he exclaimed, flinging the parchment in front of him across the table, and standing up from his seat. Why cant I just say it in Egyptian? Were the most powerful Kingdom in the world. They should learn our language. With that he stormed out of the room. He took a walk around the courtyards of the palace in an attempt to clear his mind before his afternoon excursion with the priests. He admired the beautiful violet lotus flowers hanging from the windows in the inner courtyard. However, he just seemed unable to get the figure of his lowly servant girl out of his mind. That smooth voice, the delicate touch. Try as his might, to his great dismay, he could not banish her from his thoughts. And to top it all off, he knew that she was going to be waiting on his feast tonight with his cousins and respected friends. Part of him wanted to request that someone else be assigned in her place. But he thought it might be a suspicious request to make, although no one would question him. In addition, part of him could not ignore the fact that he wanted to see her, even though she drew up such a storm of difficult emotions inside of him. As he calmed down, he headed out early for his afternoon schedule, his morning cut short by his outburst. Although the temple where he was meeting the priest he would be accompanying today was only a five minute walk from the courtyard, he meandered in a roundabout way towards his destination. He caught himself walking by the slaves quarters, secretly hoping for a glimpse or encounter with the object of his forbidden affections. But she was nowhere to be seen. His path took him next along the banks of the Nile, where slaves were known to wash laundry and bathe. Although some of this activity was present, he did not find what he was looking for. As his detoured journey to the temple ended, he arrived with beads of sweat gleaming and dripping off his bare chest, a few even falling onto his forehead from beneath his khat. As he followed and observed the duties that the priest performed on behalf of the Pharaoh during the afternoon, the time dragged on, his mind elsewhere. By the time he finally headed back to his palace to prepare for the nights feast, he was mentally exhausted.
Thread: Love of the Desert [[ShadyxHoudini]]

The rest of her day was filled with various tasks - first it started with finishing tidying the Prince's room, then she moved on to carrying water back and forth to the kitchen for them to cook and clean with. She helped with cleaning pottery for a while before she was summoned away to help begin the setup of the main dining area for the party later that night. She was invited, actually - well, sort of anyways. Tahirah would be there, but not as a guest. Her thin frame would be clearing plates from the table, pouring drinks and of course waiting on the Prince and his closest kin for whatever it was they needed. The task would be daunting and very tiring, but she had no other choice. It was not just requested, but required, of her. If the Prince thought he was exhausted by the time that his day was over, he should try one day in her shoes. The girl had gotten used to the tough labor, but it was still harsh and heavy work. Her body would ache and be sore, her eyes would droop and be tired... And by the time the festivities were over and the Prince was tucked soundly between his new washed linens, heading off to dream, Tahirah would be cleaning. By the time that was finished, she'd have just a few hours of sleep before the sun rose... And she would have to up to do it all again. Even still, for what it was worth, Tahirah took relative pride in her work. Tahirah, come here... she was called forth, over to a woman who adjusted her dress and beads into a more acceptable manner. Be on your best behavior this evening... Or there will be sound lashing in your future, the woman started, putting her hands back at her sides for a moment, Now, go get ready... Stand behind the Prince's seat, over there... You'll be serving some small snacks to start , the woman said and Tahirah moved to stand close to the wall before she was handed a tray. Of course she knew that the Prince would be there soon... Perhaps even to survey first, make sure everything was how he wanted it, before he would leave again to make a far more... Grand entrance later in the night. She stood still and quiet, breathing deeply and slowly. The food smell was already wafting slowly to her nose and she sighed internally - she wouldn't be able to eat until much, much later. Instead she'd be tortured by having to watch everyone else eat, smell it. Tahirah sighed and let her mind wander for a few minutes. She thought about earlier that morning with the Prince. She was no simpleton in the fact that she had so many times 'missed' him looking at her or staring, even, especially when she was doing her chores or something. The look of frustration on his face soon after striking up a conversation with her... The need to storm off. Her head shook lightly and she just sighed her life was filled with mixed signals and back-handed pride.
Thread: Love of the Desert [[ShadyxHoudini]]

As he settled back in at the palace, he thankfully was able to direct more of his thoughts to the night's planned activities. Three of his favorite cousins, Thabit, Ishaq, and Faji, would be there, as well as Faji's new wife, Neema, and a few of her friends whom he had not been acquainted with before. In addition, several of his closest friends, sons of nobles who he had grown up with, would be coming. There wasn't a special occasion they were celebrating, but the group of young people simply enjoyed getting together for a lavish feast once a month or so. All told, he expected a showing of fifteen or so. And he would be the host to whom everyone would owe the thanks to for the excellent time they would have. Hamadi realized that there was only an hour left until his expected guests would begin showing up. He decided that before preparing, he would survey the feast room to ensure that all was to his satisfaction. After all, it would be a great embarrassment to him should anything be lacking. Still dressed in his attire from the day's activities, he entered the large room, and stopped short in his tracks, his hand still holding the door open, when he saw none other than Tahirah alone in the room. To be exact, he saw the rear of her, and she was bent over, facing away from him, leaning towards the center of the table, and placing some violet and lotus flowers in an arrangement in the center. But he could not mistake that figure for another any day of the week. Hello, Tahirah , he said, announcing his presence as he stayed still in the doorway. He pretended to analyze everything carefully throughout the large room the silver goblets, the fine china, the floral decorations, the table settings, nodding seemingly in approval. I've just come to check everything over. It's fortunate that you were assigned here. I know I can trust you to keep everything in order. He put on a little bit of a sterner look, searching for something a bit more authoritative to say. You know there will be a lot of important people here tonight, so we can't have any mistakes. Nothing must be out of place.
Thread: Love of the Desert [[ShadyxHoudini]]

The girl smelled the flowers as she put them in the vase in the center of the table, arranging them so there were no folded petals and so that the arrangement looked dynamic... Almost alive. She was humming quietly to herself seeing as no one else was around for now and hearing the Prince's voice instantly startled her. So much so that she knocked over one of the large silver goblets. Her eyes shot down in horror, but luckily nothing had broken - it had missed the china and though it had rumbled the table a little, things were fine. Luckily the cups were not yet filled with liquid. Her body shuddered at the thought... Convinced that if there had been something broken, or something in the goblet to spill, she'd be on her way to a lashing. She hurriedly picked up the glass and placed it precisely back in the space, tweaking the position of the some of the other dinnerware as well. Quickly she turned to Hamadi and bowed her head gracefully, realizing that having her back to him was both rude and inappropriate. She was surprised by not only him speaking in general, but him using her name and even the words that vaguely resembled praise. And while she was below his education level, at least to some degree, she did not miss the subtle way that his lips curled in frustration, presumably with her or himself. I understand that, your highness... she said, bowing herself lightly over. She shifted uncomfortably on her heels but remained looking forward and down, closer to his feet than anything. Her deep brown eyes had caught a full glimpse of him, though, and she found herself wanting to move her eyes upward. But she couldn't and stayed exactly where she was. I will do everything within my power to please the Prince and his guests this evening. Does his graciousness see any problems in this room that need attention? she questioned him slowly, breathing deeply in. The smell of food was slowly being replaced with his - it was now a little muskier, she supposed, from his sweat, but the scent of his bathing salts and oils was still faint and floating around. Sweet almond and lotus flower, it seemed... Perfectly intoxicating. It made her eyes flutter for a second before she returned to normal.