Thread: The Queen and the Celt (Sharub & Chaos)

The sun was hitting the white marble of the Royal Palace, sending its whiteish reflexes right in the eyes of the unaware observer, letting everyone in the city, if not the whole Kingdom, where the Queen and the Gods themselves resided. The palace was busy as always, with envoyees coming and departing every corner of the Queen's domain, delivering orders on her behalf, while aides and slaves busied themselves with the encumbering deed to maintain such huge and almost endless machine well lubricated and suitable for the living of a Goddess Queen. Everyone, but Her. The Queen. Sharepsut the young, as they used to call her. Everyone was busy, with sweat slowly tricking down their forehead or the small of their backs, everyone had a task, and then another one assigned soon after, nobody had the time to rest. Nor the right to rest. Those that were not born of royal blood. Sharepsut, the young queen of the Kingdom never felt the shiver of an assignment, nor the burden of a task. She was the one that gave orders. And while everyone else was doing her deeds in her name, she was in the Royal Pool, followed by a wide number of slaves, servants and eunuchs whose only task in their miserable commoner or slave life was to serve and pamper Her Divine Highness. A fat, bald man, hugging for efforts of that activity, so worth of commoners but undersirable of Nobles of Palace. Running. Approached the guard, resting near a white pillar, his gaze already accusing the fat man, whose eyeliner was beginning to smear. I come to announce a gift for Her Divine Majesty, the Queen of Aegyptus. said the fat man, trying to regain his breath, expecting an answer from the guard that, instead, just motioned him to proceed further with his chin. Resuming his dreadful, yet slow-paced run, the fat man proceeded forth, across the many pillars that led to the Royal Pool, admiring the many exotic plants and flowers that coasted the safe walkway for the nobles and servants, until, the slow, almost mellow sound of water hit his ears. Stopping for a little while, regaining his breath and composture, even adjusting his tunic, the fat man took a deep breath and turned right. In front of him, the royal Pool, a sight that few had the privilege to witness and even fewer had the right to speak in it. His eyes wandered all around the large temple-like building, meeting with the gaze of the Guarding eunuchs, until, following their gaze, he spotted the queen. She was resting on the furthermost side of the pool, her arms resting wide on either side of the water, witthout anycloth ocovering her royal... devine body, as two slaves slowly and carefully caressed her arms with soft sponges. Her dark nipples just above the water level. The fat man gulped, crossing his hands, he approached the Queen with a svelte pace, trying not to slip on the wet floor, until he was behind her, almost gasping at the nakedness of the two slave-girls tending to her arms, looking at their bodies. Clearing his voice, the fat man addressed the Queen, bowing in the meanwhile Your Devine Majesty... The young queen took her time, slowly nodding, without moving her head away from her sight. ...I come here to bother your divinity in order to announce a gift! the fat man replied with faked awe in his voice, as if that occurrence never happened in his or her life A new slave! Sharepsut remained silent. Still. Not a muscle moving, until her right hand moved. Immediately, the slave tending to her right arm retracted hers. Sharepsut yawned in an overtheatrical and excessive manner. Everyone must know that the devine queen wasn't impressed nor bothered by that news. ...b-but that is not a common slave, My Queen and Goddess... that's... that's.... a foreigner... his voice transpiring worry, almost trembling for his own life ...This slave. A man. A captured warrior. Hails form unseen shores! North. For sure! This poor and worthless man would have his life coming to greatness if Your Majesty would even care to spare one of Your Devine eyes to what this man have to offer you The man fell silent. Nobody in the room moved, but the slave tending to her left arm, slowly caressing her tanned skin with her soft sponge, but everyone, in the meanwhile, waiting for an order coming from her lips. Until... she spoke... Bring the gift forth, then. said her calmly, gesturing in front of her as if She had the fat man in front of her eyes. Thanks, My Queen, Goddes and Majesty exclaimed the fat man, visibly reassured from her words. BRING HIM IN! yelped him in reply, his high-pitched voice almost echoing in the Royal Pool, while in the distance, the sound of the heavy Doors opened, allowing the new Gift to be carried forth by other slaves and guards.