Adrift on the Nile (DigitalSiren x stealthpanther)

[Bunny]

To be born a Pharaoh or within the royal family put one on a pedestal, elevating them above the common people. The divine spoke through the Pharaoh, so of course they were treated with reverence; Masika had never favored the treatment that she or her family got. She was thankful, to be sure, but it never sat just right with her. Perhaps it was less the status to which her birth afforded her and more the limitations placed on the young woman. As a princess there were things expected of her and things that were forbidden.

Elegant, well read, poised and clever were just a few things that were expected of her. Her daily tasks were few and most of the day she was expected to entertain or be entertained by nobles. It was dreadfully boring. She had always been a curious girl; known to stand on the railing as a child of her father's barge and watch the people as they drifted down the river lazily. As she had grown, that desire to know her lands and people only grew. Masika was fifteen when she began to sneak out of the palace, ditching her guards and the stuffy nobles in search of more. Eighteen now, that habit hadn't faded from her, despite the warnings, chastisement and punishments that fell both her father and mother. Only one thing currently gave her pause.

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Staring out over the calm water of the reflecting pool Masika sighed softly, her reflection with its blue depths blurry. She knew her own face though, the paleness of her skin unusual. Rather than the deeper caramel of her father, she took after her mother; her dusty pale skin kissed with gold. There was more to that oddity though, her eyes were the most vibrant green, like the emeralds that adorned her mother's jewelry. Her hair was lush and dark, a sudden contrast with her other features. The death of Jabari still weighed on her, ultimately his blood was on her hands.

Closing her eyes she leaned back against the sun warmed pillar and tried to pull his face into focus. For a moment she held his stern face in her mind. He had always been kind to her and easy to smile. It hadn't been his fault she had been hurt, her father did not care and her pleas had fallen on deaf ears. It was perhaps the worst punishment she'd ever faced, there was little doubt it had been meant as much for her as Jabari.

The beading of her dress rustled softly as she sat up. She should bring his family something... Shouldn't she? Akhem was to be her new guard, she'd yet to meet him but had heard stories. Perhaps she could ask him to take her? If he refused she'd go on her own. Rising, Masika's feet withdrew from the cool water and she headed back into her chambers. She spoke without looking, knowing there were several servants waiting for any whim she might have, the intrusion normally unwelcome was a boon this morning. "Find Akhem" The honey of her voice soft; feet sounded along the stones and she knew someone had left to find him.

 

[stealthpanther]

Akhem turned at the sound of approaching footprints, turning in time to spot one of the many servants of the princess. He straightened his posture and stepped away from the alabaster walls, already waiting for his new position to start.

The princess Masika had gotten injured while under her previous head guard; today he was to become the replacement.

While he had never met the young woman in person, Akhem had certainly heard a lot about the spirited maiden. Instead of focusing on only her studies, crafstmanship, and court responsibilities, the girl apparently preferred to go out and see the world first hand.

He didn't think he would find anything wrong with this, had she at least the common sense and decency to follow the proper rules. She often refused to be carried on her litter, and she fussed about having the customary procession of thirty to fifty guards with her at all times, along with other members of the royal palace. Even during his training to become a member of the palace guard, the olive skinned male had heard enough talk regarding the princess to know his tasks were not to be underestimated. If the rumors were true, he would have his hands full from now on.

As expected, the servant had approached Akhem to summon him to the princess's presence. He vaguely wondered how long he had been in his own thoughts if the servants had aready woken, bathed, and dressed the princess. He almost feared he was late. Gazing out at the sun through a doorway, he relaxed.

If anyone was late this morning, it was the princess herself.
No wonder he thought he'd been waiting a while.

As soon as he stood before the young beauty, Akhem bowed his head respectfully, ready to accompany her at all times. "Life, strength, and prosperity to you esteemed daughter of horus" he greeted, not looking up until he added on rhe proper five names she would bear.

 

[Bunny]

It was true, Masika had gotten a late start. Jabari's death had shaken her the night before and this morning she'd still been reeling. Even now, as she waited for Akhem to attend to her, she wondered if the widow of Jabari would even want to see her, she was after all the reason for his death. Lost in thought, she didn't see him enter, her green eyes unfocused. When he heard his voice she blinked and looked to the man before her.

Masika bit back a sigh at the title. "Please, call me Masika" Some listened to her request, others stubbornly refused. Which would he be, she couldn't help but wonder. "At least when we are more or less alone" Looking away from him she glazed out towards the pool of water just outside. "I would like to go into the city.. Ideally without the fan fair" She looked back to him. "I would like to visit Jabari's widow"

Her stomach twisted in knots, the feeling of fear settling in. She wouldn't blame his widow for hating her, she couldn't bring him back and not even all the gold of the Pharaoh would be enough to show her sincere apologies. Not even his death would stop her from going out...

Was she a monster? Masika's lashes lowered, veiling her eyes from view. A man died for her whims and it wasn't enough to tame them. Struggling with the new found, self appointed image of herself she lifted her chin. "We could be back before the afternoon meal"

If he was like what her father hoped, he'd decline her request. If he was as she hoped, he'd agree. Both would end him up in hot water with either the daughter of the Pharaoh or the Pharaoh himself.

She had little doubt which he would pick.. In his place, she'd likely choose the same. She could hope though, that'd he'd willingly take her.. At least she'd go with a guard then. Green eyes watched him with curiosity, waiting to see which side of the sand he would place himself firmly on.

 

[stealthpanther]

Akhem chose not to comment on his manner of addressing the princess, his hazel gaze simply regarding her as she sighed. Had he already messed up? Or was she just weary?

He had little time to dwell on this, as the royal turned her back to him and looked out towards the water of the reflection pool. For but a second, he enjoyed the peaceful vision of the calm water below.

And he was immediately grateful for taking the brief moment to linger in serenity.

The princess made her first request, and it was just as he feared. Princess Masika already wanted to go out into the city, unaccompanied by her attendants no less! She was daughter of the divine ruler, the ruler of rulers! The king would have his head if Akhem even considered indulging the princess. Even more astonishing, she wanted to go out as she wished despite a man paying the price for her stubbornness? While he could appreciate the girl's desire to properly pay her respects and apologize, there was no reason for her to be so stubborn.

Frowning slightly, Akhem fixed his hazel eyes on her own emerald orbs, watching her like a hawk. "It is a fine idea." He began, approving her motivation and her purpose. Before she got ahead of herself, he spoke again, clarifying how the arrangement would work. "If the princess wishes to go out, I will inform the King of her desire and arrange for the proper attendants." He informed her, not faltering or allowing for discussion on the matter. If she wanted to go out, she'd do it properly.

 

[Bunny]

It had seemed so promising, but only for a moment. Masika said nothing as he elaborated on how she would proceed. She understood, knew her desires to see Jabari's widow were selfish. However, going to see the woman with her guards, attendants, felt like it would cheapen her apology. A man had lost his life for her desires though, the very man whose wife she wished to pay respects.

Masika remained silent for a long while before slowly nodding. "Very well" She could let him leave to make the arrangements and then do as she wished, see Jabari's widow and return before anything had been prepared. Guilt licked up her insides. Her chin angled to one side, emerald eyes observing him. "Make the preparations then" Her tone was reserved "As you leave me no other choice"

She understood the reason for such things, the guards, the servants... all of it. Knew that in sneaking off, what she would be missing for the morning, one of Vizier's wives was to play the harp for them and there was to be other small performances. This was important to her however; just as was getting to know her people, who they were, their thoughts and even their dreams. It was all important to her and she couldn't learn such from on top her palanquin, surrounded on all sides by bodies of her guards or attendants.

She'd wait for him to leave before sneaking off. That guilt she felt still twisting inside her skin. She'd need to take care, avoid injury. Akhem was only doing his job, she knew this and while she did not know him, she didn't want his death on her hands too.

 

[stealthpanther]

Afraid that the girl would argue with him, Akhem found Princess Masika's response to be a surprise. While she had hesitated, she certainly didn't give him the hard time he was expecting. Despite her initial desire to go out 'without fanfare', she had relented without protest, if not some notable reluctance.

Regarding the young royal in silence, Akhem tried to decipher her feelings and intentions. After all, she was known for being quite independent and even downright stubborn. Her soft tone and resigned head shake mollified him enough to stop scrutinizing her.

"Of course, Princess. Please wait here while I make the preparations." He said with a bow. Giving the young woman one last glance, the guard turned to leave, informing one of her servants and another palace guard that she was to prepare for an outing. After all, he couldn't very well leave her unattended.


As Akhem made his way down the palace hall away from the princess's chambers, he began planning out the tasks that needed to be taken care of prior to and after her trip. After informing pharoah, he'd collect a proper retinue of servants and guards to escort the royal. And he'd need to make sure the fan bearer was being properly attentive so as to protect her from the sun...

Akhem stopped, a slight frown on his face as he replayed the conversation he had just had with the Princess. And all he had learned about her.

This was too easy.

While she did perhaps feel some measure of guilt after the death of her previously appointed head guard, Akhem highly doubted she'd make a full change immediately. At least, not without some argument. But princess Masika hadn't managed to completely meet his gaze when he countered her request.

That had been her first mistake.

Letting out a slight sigh of annoyance, the male rerouted himself towards the princess's chambers, eyes watchful and looking for any sign of her away from her rooms.

As expected, Akhem found she had somehow eluded her usual servants, the room now empty of the royal he had been charged with. Hazel eyes narrowing slightly, he managed to refrain from cursing aloud. Did this lady have no concern for her own safety? Of her servants? Clearly not!

The soldier slipped out of Masika's rooms without delay, following the path of least resistance. She obviously knew which halls and rooms had blind spots, and where to slip out. Annoying, but it limited her available paths. It was about four minutes later that Akhem caught sight of the royal sneaking out by the sunken garden towards the rear of the palace.

Making haste, Akhem quietly cut across anywhere he could, reaching Masika as she approached a pond.

Without warning, Akhem grabbed the royal's right arm in one hand, tugging her back against his chest while covering her mouth with his left hand. He pulled her under the shade of a decorative column, partially obscured by a carefully manicured shrub.

"Forgive me princess, but I cannot allow you to recklessly wander off."

 

[Bunny]

Far too stubborn was a perfect way to describe the Princess. She'd waited just until she was sure he was down the hallway before making her escape. Taking care as she evaded her servants, the guards. Her progress was slow, but Masika was hopeful that Akhem would not realize her deception for a while yet; too busy making arrangements to think upon how easily she'd given in.

He'd been kind, when he'd agreed to make the preparations. Masika had felt bad, deceiving him... But it was a necessary course of action to have her wish.

The progress through the palace had been slow as she weaved in and out of hallways, darkened rooms and simply blended in by looking like what she was when there was no place to hide. Very few would dare to question her and the one who was most likely to disrupt her plans, should have been making plans of his own.

Slipping her own servants had been easy enough, even with them trying to keep an eye on her, as they had been instructed to do. All it had taken was careful orders. She wished to have figs on her trip into the city. One servant dispatched without issue. The second sent to find the first, a request for the order to be changed for dates. Another servant asked to find her blue shift, the fine transparent linen the color of the sky at twilight. With only two or three left to watch her she'd simply hidden from view, sneaking out when one of them let their guard down.

It had always felt like a game before. One, Masika was particularly good at. She'd gotten better over the years, after all practice made perfect.

she'd been about to slip out of the rear of the palace when a hand grabbed her arm, a hand coming to cover her mouth as she was pulled tightly back into a strong chest. She didn't even need to look to see who held her, nor hear the voice.

Akhem.

In the shadows and hidden from view, Masika felt no shame for what she did next. Jabari had long since given up on stopping her, so he'd focused his efforts elsewhere. Like protecting herself. Stomping hard on his instep, she brought her elbow up to his nose. If he released her, her elbow would miss. If he didn't he could dodge, but it was clear her intent was to escape his hold on her.

 

[stealthpanther]

Akhem flinched and stumbled from the blow on his instep despite expecting the young woman to resist him. He hadn't moved his foot quite quick enough, and was currently paying for it with the throbbing pain radiating from it. Biting back a curse, he managed to grab the princess again, nearly losing his hold for all of two seconds before his hand caught her wrist.

He could sense as much as see the elbow aimed at his face, the fight in the royal truly something to experience first hand. His grip tightened upon her wrist, barely bracing himself before pain burst from his nose.

Pain and blood.

He didn't bother to try and stem the flow of blood, but struggled to adjust his hold on the princess. Nearly falling as she struggled to free herself, Akhem at last forced one arm around her waist and pulled her wrist behind her back.

"Enough!" He hissed into her ear, knowing he had probably crossed more than a few boundaries by laying his hands upon the Lord of Two Lands' daughter. But he was not keen on failing so early in the game, nor did he relish the idea of his head being next under the executioner's blade.

"Cease this foolishness Princess, or I will personally bring you before the court and tell them where you tried to sneak out."

 

[Bunny]

The moment his grasp loosened, Masika tried to free herself. The struggle was quiet between the two of them as they both fought for the upper hand. She wasn't above playing dirty, and proved this as her elbow connected with his face.

She'd likely be bruised from this altercation, as his hands tightened, refusing to to allow her free. When Akhem pulled her back into him once more, her arm pulled behind her back she made a soft sound of pain.

His threat held little sway and she hissed back at him. "Yes, please do and I will tell my father how you dared to touch me" She wouldn't really, while Akhem was not her favorite person at this very moment, she had no wish to see him punished or worse, killed. The latter was more likely, though... she had been trying to escape the confines of the palace. Who knew what would happen in truth, but both of them knew that he would not escape unscathed.

Stilling she sighed. "You're hurting me" Perhaps a stretch of the truth, the position she was in was more uncomfortable than painful. She pulled at her arm gently. "I promise I will not try to flee" Her voice held annoyance and perhaps a touch of anger.

The movements of struggle still absent, she sighed softly. "I just wanted to visit her without an army of guards and servants. I caused her enough pain, I didn't need her standing on ceremony. She likely wouldn't.." Her voice broke some "Wouldn't want to see me." Looking down Masika continued. "She has the right to not want to see me. If I am alone, she might have been more willing to turn me away, as her right. If I went with everything... She'd feel forced"

 

[stealthpanther]

As the princess let out a soft gasp of discomfort, Akhem loosened his hold only a fraction. He didn't quite trust her to not play dirty, and it showed.

Her hissed warning did send an unwelcome chill down his spine, knowing she would have the upper hand in a dispute. If she accused him of harming her, pharoah would no doubt have his head without hesitation. Despite this, he kept his face stoic as possible. A sigh of his own left his lips, only easing his grip when she finally stopped struggling. He released the young woman, opting to simply lay a hand on her shoulder. Hazel eyes met her emerald gaze as she promised not to run, wiping his bloodied nose and face with the back of his free hand. Though he was certainly playing a risky game, he figured he was in too deep already.

"Forgive me, Princess. It was wrong of me to handle you in such a manner." He admitted, only to continue before she could interrupt. "But I am responsible for keeping you safe, and though you may condemn me to death for it, I felt it necessary."

Akhem showed her his bloody hand despite his face being evidence enough. "However, should you tell the King, perhaps he will show me a modicum of leniency, or at the very least grant me a swift death. You clearly had no reservation about me being hurt in my efforts to perform my duty." He almost managed a grim smile at the thought of her father showing him mercy. He doubted it, but at least he could say he was willing to endure whatever came his way.

The guard's eyes only softened as Masika began to explain herself, prompting him to look at her with an odd combination of sympathy and frustration. While he could respect her rationale behind seeking a private visit, she still was being foolish in how little concern she showed for her safety as well as his.

"You are a silly girl my Princess, I took you for smarter than this." He said with an admonishing shake of the head. "You know you cannot go unescorted, but you have ways of getting what you desire, you just need to think." Akhem sighed, muscles relaxing as his hand upon her shoulder eased up even more, becoming an attempt at a brief encouraging squeeze.

"Send a servant to her home to tell her you have a personal message you wish to give, and she is invited to a private audience with you should she desire to hear it." He suggested, hoping she would understand he was trying to accommodate her. So long as she didn't get one or both of them into trouble.

 

[Bunny]

Biting back a curse she turned to face him. "I don't want your death or any other death on my hands" Her words were sharp but it was in direct contrast as her pale golden skin went paler. Her emerald eyes haunted the one death she was directly responsible for. She'd been able to reason her way past it, but the ghost of her actions had never left her. It loomed on her mind, shoulders and heart like a weight.

"Keeping me safe is one thing" Her voice was softer and she looked away as he showed her his bloody hand. "You and I both know that wouldn't be in your future." Looking back she sighed softly. "I wouldn't ask for your death and would fight against it, the little good it did me last time." Perhaps if she explained her reason? She tried to put her feelings into words. Why she did what she did.

Her eyes met his, flashing with anger as he called her silly. "I didn't ask to go unescorted, did I?" She knew what he meant, but she had asked Akhem to go with her. She shook her head as he explained further. "Akhem... if I was responsible for the death of your wife, as she was my servant and died for something I did... With no choice but to do as I asked.. Would you want to see me?" She doubted it. "And even if I sent a messenger, the people around you would know, would they not? They'd know if you accepted or declined."

Shifting her hand to his wrist, she gently peeled his hand from her shoulder. Turning she led him around the path and through a back doorway to another small pool. "Sit" There was no request in her voice. "I will not run, just wait here. I don't think either of us wants to explain to a servant how you ended up bloodied"

Leaving him she found a servant and requested a bowl and some strips of fabric. The servant didn't dare question her and rushed off, returning moments later with her request. Taking the offered items she headed back to him. Dipping the bowl into the water she rested the bowl on his lap. A scrap of linen was dipped into the water and she caught his chin in her hand, and gently began to dip the cool cloth against his nose. It was obvious she was trying to be gentle and not cause further pain.

It would take her a few minutes to clean his face and nose of blood, re-wetting the cloth as needed. "We are not going to see eye to eye on my leaving without more than you to guard me, are we?"

 

[stealthpanther]

Akhem said nothing regarding the death on her conscience, simply meeting her gaze and giving her words the attention they deserved. He'd had the good fortune to train under Jabari, the guard in question only several years his senior. In the beginning, he had admittedly been stunned and more than a little upset that his mentor had to be executed because of the actions of the princess.

But really, she had just barely become a full woman. A young thing to be sure, and he was unable and unwilling to bear any lasting resentment. Besides, he could recall how distraught she had been at the execution, and he could sense no deceit in her tears. She had felt bad, even if not bad enough to curb her habits.

Masika's questions earned a slight arch of his brow, taking a moment to consider his answer. "If it were me...I would want an explanation. So despite my feelings, I'd need to see you face to face at least once." He said, leveling her gaze with his own. Her further concerns didn't warrant as much thought, the olive skinned guard shaking his head.

"Princess, it is possible to be discreet if need be. You are the daughter of the King, the living embodiment of the gods. Such a message need not arouse suspicion should you not wish it. I could deliver it if I must." Reasoned Akhem as she frowned. He had half an urge to scoff and roll his eyes. She didn't say she wanted to go alone, true. But they both knew damn well what she had suggested.

For a second, Akhem considered stopping the princess as she ordered him to sit. After what she just pulled, he shouldn't let her out of his sight. He relented, giving her a warning stare. "I will sit for exactly three minutes. Should you not return, I will search for you." He decided.

True to her word though, Masika returned with water and a cloth to tend to him. He, a mere guard. Though he remained still, it was clear he wasn't quite sure if he should be accepting her help. He swore he could feel his ears burning a slight red. She was very gentle with tending to his injury, and somehow didn't seem to find anything wrong with touching his blood. "Princess, I should clean myself..." he tried softly.

Masika obviously ignored his suggestion, leaving them in silence before she finally spoke. This time, Akhem arched his brow fully, gracing her with an incredulous look. Asking what she already knew.

"No, we shall not. You are the King's daughter." He repeated, hazel eyes watching her every move. "Someday, you will rule alongside the next Lord of Two Lands. Consider your position, your importance."

 

[Bunny]

It was as simple as stopping, Masika had her reasons. If she led with another, she would know her people. She loved her father, she did, but he knew nothing of their people first hand. What he knew came from his Viziers, other members of the court. But if they didn't want him to know of a problem, he didn't. It was no way to rule and while her father was a fair and decent ruler, he worked with a shroud around his eyes.

"Ah, yes, but not all people are the same." She looked away from him and the quirked brow. Jabari had known why, respected her for it, though he, like Akhem, did not agree with the risks she took. He had understood why and did his best to protect her, teaching her defense. Which is why Akhem's nose now bled. "While you might want to know, she may not."

A sigh left Masika and she looked away from him. He would not budge, there was no doubt. "Very well" She was clearly not happy with the offer, but saw no other option. In her mind, bringing her to the palace would not help prove her sincerity. Though, perhaps given what had caused the issue to begin with, it would be fore the best. Feeling defeated, Masika decided to do one thing she could. "I will be back" was all she offered to the warning, even if she was fairly sure, should she wish to not be found, he wouldn't.

She noticed the flush that reached his cheeks and shook her head. "Hush and be still" Her voice was soft as she refused to stop in her tender care. Masika was likely not the perfect daughter. She escaped the palace, tended to the wounded, could fight, even if just a bit. Had she been more... respectable, Jabari would still be alive.

"I am a mortal just like you. I bleed the same blood" She dropped the cloth into the basin of water and lifted it from his lap. "Will.. Will you see Jabari's widow for me?" She could write a letter... She turned to look at him, still holding the water aloft, it's hue murky from his blood. "You have my word I will not leave the palace while you are gone"

The promise was a true one, but she would leave again at some point. Perhaps one day she could tell him what she had told Jabari. If she trusted him... Her eyes lowered and without another word she headed back into the palace. Masika had no doubt he'd follow her.

 

[stealthpanther]

As the princess hurried out to fetch some supplies to tend to him, the guard quirked a brow at her back as he considered her words. He certainly hoped she didn't think him so foolish as to be ignorant of the fact that not everyone would feel the same. He didn't presume to know how Jabari's widow felt on the matter, so he couldn't say.
However, the princess had asked for his opinion, and he had given it. That is what she had asked for, was it not? If that was the reasoning behind her question, why then was she rebuking his answer?

Women could certainly be strange and puzzling creatures at times.

Masika chided him as he suggested cleaning himself, the idea shut down without hesitation. The gesture was, admittedly, a welcome one. However, Akhem was on edge, waiting for someone to see the princess attending to him; awaiting her father passing by and witnessing such insolence on his part for allowing the royal to nurse his bleeding nose.

The guard only relaxed when the princess finished cleaning his bloodied face, glad to no longer be seen dirtied, and worse- being looked after by the princess he should be tending to. Meeting her emerald gaze, the man made no comment on her mortality or otherwise. He was well aware that she, and her father, were both human. But the gods only gave signs to the priests, and only communicated with the king. Comparatively, he had no real right to be nursed by the daughter of the Lord of Two Lands. "Thank you, princess." He murmured wuth an incline of his head.

Akhem stood as his charge did, keeping only a single step of distance from the flighty young woman as she headed back inside. The guard carefully pried the dirtied water basin from her hands, not about to let her go so far as to carry such a thing herself. He would hear no protest, not intending on giving in to her readily.

Once on their way, Masika decided to ask another favor of him. Her request was thankfully much more reasonable this time, earning her a slight nod of acquiescence. "I will of course deliver any message. Whether it be an invitation to a private audience, or a fully written out message you want read to her, both are possible." He had been doing a good job being proper since the scuffle, but Akhem finally regarded the royal with a skeptical arch of his brow.

"Forgive me princess, if I am not yet entirely convinced. I will deliver your message, but only if you agree to the company of two fellow guards."

 

[Bunny]

Was it ungrateful to the blessings laid upon her at birth to sometimes wish that things were different? Without her birthright, she'd have been a normal girl... Not that the Princess really knew what such a thing would entail. Her life had been scripted, detailed and laid out before her. Masika had been expected to just fall in line, be the dutiful daughter.

Simple things that gave her pleasure, like tending to Akhem, though he'd brought his injuries on himself... would be frowned on. Just like her caring for the sick within the city would have been, had her father known... At least Akhem had done as she bid and fallen silent. She didn't seem to consider the danger she put him in, for had her father come across them, it wouldn't have been her that bore the consequences. Strong willed and naive, a dangerous combination for a young woman, let alone her.

His thanks caught Masika by surprise and she blinked, large green eyes at him. After a moment, she nodded, the beads on her hair clinking together. "You're welcome" Her voice was unsure and perhaps a touch shy at the given thanks. Masika was even unsure why... Perhaps it was the fact she and her insolence had been the cause of the injury that she'd been tending to.

What followed next left her glaring at him once more. The silent scuffle for the basin ended up in her giving up with a sigh. She wasn't sure if it was a man thing or a dutiful guard thing... Likely an annoying combination of both! Heading off, she left him to follow. Her general direction her quarters as she requested her favor. His answer made her smile, the edges of her mouth curving up... Though her smile halted at the arched brow and the demand she agree to be watched by two other guards.

Her own brow lifted. Her word should have been enough. "I gave you my word, I meant it. Besides, the guards wouldn't stop me from leaving if I wanted to." She gazed up into his eyes and frowned. "Most are not quite so quick" The last words both a complaint and a compliment.

Akhem would cause her to be on her toes, should she want to escape his watchful gaze, as he wasn't willing to take the same risk Jabari had. Jabari.... Her heart gave a painful ache and her eyes averted, the sorry flashing in them as she did.

Back in her rooms she settled herself behind her desk. It was littered with little trinkets and from beneath one, she pulled a sheet of soft papyrus towards her. A brush and ink followed as she began to write her message to Jabari's widow. Though for a long time, her brush hovered above, her eyes misting as she tried to think of how to word her letter. How did one say sorry for her willful action that led to his death. Were there words?

The brush was laid down gently, her emerald eyes staring at the blank sheet before her. "I.. I feel like sorry is a hollow word... And I can find no others that express... how.. I feel" She wasn't speaking to anyone in particular. The mist that had been making her view hazy finally broke free, a tear breaking past the prison of her lashes and trailing down her cheek. Then another... Arms crossed before her and her face hidden from view as she sobbed softly. Her heart was raw with her pain. She missed Jabari. He'd been like another father and because of her he was dead...

 

[stealthpanther]

The guard handed the bloodied basin off to another servant before entering the princess' quarters, murmuring an assurance that the blood was not that of the young royal. He pointed to his nose as evidence, the answer finally enough to ease the concerns of her attendant. Had the blood been hers, his head would roll.

Akhem shook his head at the princess, noting the rueful tone as she simultaneously emphasized her honest promise and declared two guards as unable to keep her from whatever shenanigans she attempted. His hazel eyes watched her closely, the man releasing a sigh. "As I said, forgive me for not fully believing you. You have already run off on me once, and your assurances that you would purposely evade two guards does not exactly reassure me that you will at least attempt to keep out of trouble." The guard met her eyes as he pointed out how she was hurting her case more with her bold words.

If he were honest, Akhem did not think there was anything inherently wrong with the princess being curious and strong willed, even if such will could easily morph into sheer stubborness. Likewise, he could at least appreciate some of her reasoning for trying to encounter the world in a less than orthodox or acceptable manner.

But she was far too brash. Worse, she was downright naive. A dangerous quality in a young girl who was as stubborn as a mule. She not only risked her own safety, but anyone and anything close to her with such impulsive ignorance. That, above all else, was what frustrated the man.

Initially, Akhem stood off to the side to give the royal her space and allow her to write without hovering. He wondered if Jabari's widow was well read, but decided it didn't matter. If by chance she could not read the message, he would simply recite it aloud. Either way, he'd make sure she got it, and would offer his own condolences afterwards.

The sound of the brush being placed upon the table was soft, but it was a stark contrast to the silence he had tried to lend the princess. Looking over at her, Akhem instantly noticed the moisture pooling in her eyes, onlt to trail unbidden down her cheeks in silent sorrow. He felt an uncomfortable pang in his chest upon watching the princess quietly weep, her honest words resonating in his mind and in his heart. She truly was sorry, and he once again felt more than just a bit bad for judging her after the incident.

Hesitating a moment, the soldier glanced around to see if any of her servants were actively in her chambers at the moment. Gingerly, he placed a hand on Masika's shoulder, lowering himself to crouch beside the seated girl. He paused to collect his thoughts, then spoke in an almost conspiratorial whisper.

"Princess, she will see your feelings if you speak to her." He began, lowering his voice a bit more. Letting out a sigh, the guard began to formulate a compromise.

"I think I can come up with a method for you to speak with her without 'fanfare', but..." Akhem waited for the young beauty to meet his eyes before continuing.

"I want you to swear to me, you will only follow my plan. No deviations, no tricks. If I can get you your private audience, will you consent to my terms?" Akhem awaited her choice. His tone made it clear he was not going to let her dictate the terms. His eyes conveyed his sincerity and his seriousness.

 

[Bunny]

In truth, she hadn't expected comfort. She was the princess of the land, believed by some to be a direct descendant of the gods themselves. No one had comforted her when Jabari had been executed. Had any felt bad for her plight, none had shown her sympathy. Surrounded day in and day out and she had lost her only friend due to her own stubbornness. Had she right to comfort?

The hand on her shoulder might have felt as her body had tensed. It wasn't his touch, but the unexpected nature of it. A moment passed before her smaller hand brushed his, a gentle sort of thanks given to the touch. Masika was trying to control her sobbing even before he'd touched her shoulder and now that he knelt beside her, she tried harder.

Her eyes slowly rose as he spoke, the emerald pools surrounded by red. Her eyes were not the only spot to bear such color. Her nose and cheeks had heated with her tears and her face was glistening with them.

Holding his gaze, she listened to his offer, sniffling softly. Her mouth opened and closed without a word being spoken. Her eyes lowered and she looked away. It wasn't his terms that gave her pause, it was the fear she felt at trying to explain to Jabari's wife... widow...

Her face was still averted from Akhem, her voice was whisper soft when she finally spoke. "I am afraid to see her" There was shame, so palpable in her voice that it almost hurt. "To see her anger, to see her hurt" She felt like a coward, even as her eyes met his once more. Slowly she nodded before looking down at her lap. She understood his trepidation at helping her. He was afraid he'd end up like Jabari and in truth Masika was afraid of the same thing.

When Jabari had died, she'd made herself a promise, her next guard she wouldn't become close with. She wouldn't let them stop her either... A part of her had wondered if killing Jabari had been more than a punishment for them both, more of a lesson on what it meant to make friends with a normal man. Jabari.. had been like a second father to her. Helped teach her things a young woman of Egypt should know. He'd been there when she cried before... he'd hugged her and brushed away her tears.

The memory made her eyes fill once more and she gently pulled away. It wasn't what she wanted, but she couldn't care for Akhem, not as a friend. Even if she wanted nothing more than to be held. Told everything would be fine... Even if it was a lie. She was so very alone and Masika was sure she was meant to be. A punishment for her selfish ways. Be it a god or her own mind, she was sure it was how things were meant to be.

Her throat felt tight and just like before her words were whispers. "For the future, if I give my word, I will hold to it. I hadn't told you before I wouldn't run... You assumed. That is no fault of my own." Desperately she was trying to focus on anything other than what she lost and what she would deny herself to keep them both safe.

Akhem more than likely didn't want to even be her friend. She was foolish twice over...

 

[stealthpanther]

For a moment, the guard feared he had made an error in daring to approach and lay a hand upon the shoulder of the princess, feeling her tense slightly under his touch. Before he could apologize and seek to remove his hand, her smaller, delicate one gingerly touched his in what felt like appreciation. Akhem hesitated a moment before deeming it safe to give her one squeeze of encouragement- to at least try to offer her a modicum of consolation in the only manner he could think of. It seemed that even when wracked by sorrow and guilt, the young royal was a stubborn thing. Here, alone in her suite of chambers away from prying eyes, she still fought against crying aloud, the evidence of her weeping only manifesting as physical evidence upon her face.

Her fear was understandable, the unknown always something intimidating to face for any man or woman. As young and privileged as the princess was, she would have been shielded from the harsher aspects of life as much as it was feasible to do so. Facing the grief of another when nothing could be said or done? He'd have been astonished and concerned if the idea didn't distress her. There was definitely a possibility that Jabari's widow would simply place blame on Masika, as he himself had done initially. However, Akhem felt that despite her sorrow and anger, the widow would be able to see the regret and genuine despair in the princess. Even if Jabari's widow was unable to forgive, she'd surey be able to see Masika's remorse at the pain of his mentor's loss. Besides, the stubborn thing wanted to not be sheltered, as her actions and words suggested.

"Princess. Fear is natural. It is true, there is no telling how she will react." He began softly, not wanting to hide the reality from the young jewel of the Nile. If she wanted to be her own person, an adult proper, he should at least be upfront. There was a brief pause as Akhem considered his words. "But if you truly wish to apologize as you've been attempting to, you cannot possibly achieve that by hiding. Your feelings will not reach her if you are too frightened to face her own emotions." The guard went silent, allowing her to think on his words.

Mulling over the beginnings of a plan, Akhem looked up as his charge reassured him of her sincerity, all while scolding his assumptions. Arching a brow, Akhem would almost have found her words amusing, had the situation been any different. As it were, he barely refrained from rolling his eyes. Though he was admittedly relieved the royal princess seemed serious in the matter regarding keeping her word. "Very well. I shall hold you to that, princess." He assured her simply, about to let the matter drop entirely.

Well, almost.

"Do you blame me for being wary? While you never outright said anything about running, your reputation proceeds you." He countered simply.

 

[Bunny]

Her fingers dashed at her tears and she sniffled softly. There was silence between then for a moment as Masika tried to control her tears through nothing but strength of will. Unbeknownst to Akhem, the fight that raged within the princess whose shoulder he gently squeezed was one not of stubbornness, but of her right to her own pain. She had killed Jabari. Perhaps not with her two hands, but her actions. His blood was on her hands and Masika wondered if she had a right to her tears, her own anguish when it was all her own fault.

When Akhem spoke she knew he was being honest with her. No hiding the truth from her like others would have. Her eyes averted and she shook her head. "I said I was afraid, not that I wouldn't see her." Her voice softened as she fell silent once more. Though after a moment she spoke again, scolding him. It was something else Jabari had taught her, that her word was valuable. She never gave it without considering what she was promising. Masika's eyes narrowed and she gently pulled herself from his grasp.

"I told you my desire. You dismissed it in preference of duty. What other option had I?" She looked away from him, her voice softening. "Your plan is a fair compromise, but even that was not reached without a struggle. Had I not run, would you have really listened to me?" The question was fair. Akhem had dismissed her wish out of hand and had been unwilling to lean either way. It wasn't until they had truly taken a moment to speak, he had understood.

Sighing, she picked up her brush and began to carefully write out her letter as she spoke. "You had every right to be wary. You had none to question my word." The cadence of her voice was resigned, soft and then sharp. Once her letter was finished, she tipped sand onto the ink. Dried, she swept the golden granules from the papyrus and rolled it before handing it to him. The message within was simple, she asked for an audience to pay her respects. "Please make sure she is aware she may decline."

Rising from her seat she moved away from him, the dismissal clear. Hugging herself, she watched her reflecting pool. When she heard his footsteps recede, she spoke once more to her now empty room. "I'm so sorry Jabari." The words were rough and a moment later her sobs filled the space as she lowered to her knees, her face covered with her hands as she cried as not for the first time, her heart broke for the loss of her friend, her mentor...

 

[stealthpanther]

Akhem chose not to comment or otherwise correct the royal for thinking he was implying she would back down. It hadn't been his intention, and he highly doubted she'd be the type to go back on a choice as stubborn as this. Fearful of the response or otherwise, she had made it extremely clear that she meant to get her message to Jabari's widow, no matter what. His comment had been more of a push to assure her that she could achieve her goal, a reminder of her decisiveness to see the task through.

The guard made no movement as the princess pulled away from the hand on her shoulder, secretly wondering why her tone was inconsistent. Tone itself wasn't going to bother him unnecessarily, but the younger woman's words earned a frown. She thought to scold him for doing his job when she didn't even agree to do hers?! Fists clenched at his sides, Akhem bit back the retorts, methodically working to calm himself. She was still fairly naive, and grieving. Blowing up at her wouldn't help.

He would bring it up later, once they both had cooled down.

He waited for Masika to write, arms folded behind him as he forced himself to not read her hyroglyphs out of respect for her privacy. It only took several minutes, and he took the sealed scroll without hesitation, giving his princess a curt nod. "Of course esteemed princess. I shall be certain she knows it is acceptable to decline." He assured Masika before turning to leave. "Wait for my return." he commented before pausing at the doorway.

"We will discuss your desires in detail later." He advised the royal in a cool tone, fixing her with a stare that all but dared her to run off again. Point made, he left her to her own devices, ordering two guards he knew well and three servants to station themselves out of her room at all points of entry. They were to protect her and tend to her should she need anything.
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It didn't take long for Ajhem to reach the home of Jabari's widow, taking a single breath before announcing his presence. He had met his mentor's bride no more than a handful of times, and never alone. He was admittedly unsure if she wished to see him at all. Like Masika, the guard felt more than just a little trepidation at inevitable meeting. He missed his friend, and felt he should at least offer some attempt to console Jabari's widow.

"It's Akhem..." he introduced softly, presenting Masika's scroll.

 

[Bunny]

With her privilege came a certain amount of arrogance. Try as she might, Masika couldn't completely erase such from her life. It would carry in her tone at times, in her actions and even in her naïve views of the world. It didn't make such a thing right by any means. As she'd hugged herself, Masika had listened to Akhem's words; they came in reassurance of the task, a warning and finally a comment about her desires later. Masika knew what he meant, her predilection for running off.

She heard the footsteps retreat and knew he wouldn't be like Jabari. Knew that neither of them was willing to bend to the desire of the other. He'd not follow her as Jabari had and she would not be blind to her people's needs. There seemed to be no middle ground.

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Bakari heard Akhem announce himself and stood within the shadows of her home for a moment. After a moment she drew back the curtain that hung in the doorway, allowing him entrance. Within a fire burned in the hearth, casting a glow along the walls.

Bakari moved to the singular table and motioned for him to sit, a cup place before him and then filled with water. Hospitable, she waited for him to explain his visit. She had nothing against Akhem, her husband had been fond of the man... But she had seen the seal that the scroll had borne and with that, who had really come to see here, even if the Princess was nowhere to be seen.

 

[stealthpanther]

At first, Akhem feared he was being ignored and refused entirely as Bakari failed to answer despite the crackle of a fire indicating she was obviously home. The guard sighed softly, going over various options in his mind when Jabari's widow approached and permitted him to enter. A slight dip of his head met the action, murmuring softly in gratitude. She was in no way required to recieve him, no matter what the customs said; she was grieving, so there would be no shame in turning away visitors for the time being. Despite it all, she went beyond just permitting him entry, offering him a seat and some water. Jabari truly had a good wife. Akhem once more thanked the widowed woman for her hospitality.

For a second, he didn't speak, glancing into his glass of water, then slowly regarding his hostess. Here she was in a modest home outside the palace, opting for a more humble lifestyle instead of enjoying the perks of her late husband's rank and position. After all, guards tending directly to the royal family or protecting valued persons and places were more than common fighters. Guards with such responsibilities came from more distinguished families and, more importantly, only the most trusted among the upper echelons of society. To see a more modest dwelling being her and Jabari's choice of living conditions was interesting to say the least. Akhem secretly found himself wondering how the pair came to pick such a home.

Taking a steadying breath, the guard met the woman's questioning gaze. No use dragging it out or taking up her time.
"Lady Bakari...I first want you to know how sorry I am for the intrusion. And that I'm sorry for your loss. Jabari was..." Akhem stopped, needing a second to compose himself despite thinking he had accepted and coped with the loss.

"Jabari was a good guard...and an even better mentor." He finally managed, gingerly placing the scroll before the widow. Indicating it with a nod, the young man continued.
"Her highness wished for me to deliver this to you. She wishes to speak with you face to face. From what I can tell, she feels guilty and responsible for what happened." Akhem took a sip of water, letting out a sigh.

"Lady Bakari, her highness wishes to emphasize that you need not recieve her should the idea upset you. I promise there is no obligation whatsoever to meet or speak with her. But if you are so inclined, princess Masika wishes to meet with you at your convenience."

 

[Bunny]

Sitting across from him, Bakari waited from Akhem to speak. The death of her husband still weighed on her heart and showed along her body. While her eyes were not wet, they were puffy and where normally her grooming was impeccable, her short hair had locks askew. There were other little tells that she still grieved, but they were not of consequence. When Akhem thanked her again, her head inclined. Her own water remained untouched.

Their choice had been simple, they'd wanted to have a family and while they could have lived better, they wanted to raise their babies away from the palace. However there had yet to be babies and now, there never would be. They had wanted a simple life and they'd had one. Dark eyes flickered up and she nodded, a small smile coming to her lips, "He spoke fondly of you," Bakari's words soft as she took in the young man across from her.

When Akhem mentioned the Princess, Bakari looked away. She knew of her more from her husband, he had loved her like a daughter. She'd only met the Princess a few times. Bakari wanted to have a soft spot for the young woman and she did, but her grieving kept her from letting more of what happened go. Dark languid pools of ebony watched him, as Bakari sat silently, considering. A hand reached out and touched the scroll, fingertips brushing the seal, "I know she hurts as much as I do," She said finally, "Though I cannot forgive her," Looking away she shook her head. "I know she is but a girl and that she fought his execution." It was clear she knew that it hadn't been on purpose, but Masika had stolen her light.

"I don't think I can, at least not now," Bakari didn't want to say she could never see the young woman, but the pain was still too fresh. As it wasn't a command, she could decline. "Perhaps at a later date?" It was all she had to say on the matter.

 

[stealthpanther]

Akhem took a sip of water in silence, sitting before his mentor's widow patiently. He wouldn't rush her to speak or make any decision. She deserved time to think and mourn at the very least. While he certainly noticed the sorrow and resulting puffiness in Bakari's eyes, and the slightly disheveled hair, he made no comment on it. Truth be told, the guard thought the widow looked better than he anticipated. Despite her sorrow, she hadn't completely shattered and turned into a complete mess. She still made some half hearted attempts at taking care of herself in the wake of her grief. While tears may not cease for a while yet, he hoped she would soon be able to smile when the funerary process was complete at last. By the day of the banquet, perhaps the grief would finally give way to the comfort that Jabari wasn't truly gone; it was simply his journey to reach the field of reeds. And, by that same token, the continuation of his life into the next one.

Jabari was to be celebrated and sent off with seven wailing 'Kites of Nephtys' (after all, he wasn't as wealthy as a noble), the mourners whole heartedly performing lamentations for seeing the dedicated guard off to his trials and judgement. Bakari would of course join her closest kin and companions to openly mourn. Jabari was of high enough standing that, despite being sentenced to death by the pharoah, he was to be embalmed and allowed a modest sarcophagus to protect the coffin and more than a common grave. He was at least able to be embalmed in the more common of spices utilized in burial. Of course, this couldn't be done until the body was washed and purified.

Jabari's organs were carefully extracted, only his heart left to house his soul. Now washed and purified, the guard had another sixty-one of his seventy day soak in natron left before he could be cleansed anew and wrappen in linen. The process was long, but more than worth it. It was vitally important to make sure Jabari was properly prepared to stand before the scales of judgement and traverse his next life. Meanwhile, Bakari and all others close to Jabari would need to decide and gather whatever possessions meant most to the departed guard. Anything he could want or need in the next life should be ready to accompany him in his grave. Once settled with such necessities and some shabti dolls, Jabari would recieve regular offerings of food and drink outside his tomb. His name would be carried on, and thus he wouldn't cease to exist.

There was time enough before the embalming, funerary procession, and banquet to celebrate Jabari's life. Akhem hoped Bakari's heart would be soothed by then.

Hell, he hoped he himself would be able to see his friend and mentor off with a smile.

Bakari's words earned an appreciative, albeit melancholy smile. "It is an honor to hear he thought well of me." The guard murmured, noticing how the widow glanced away once the princess was brought into the conversation. He wasn't surprised in the least, unsure if he would even be able to accept someone responsible if he were in Bakari's position.

Akhem didn't interrupt Jabari's wife, glancing up as she spoke, but careful not to subject her to his standard watchfulness. No matter the reason or his habits, it would be incredibly unkind to stare and follow her every move.

Whatever he was thinking, Akhem showed no sign of anger, disapproval, or surprise at the widowed woman's current inability to forgive Masika. Truthfully, he wasn't sure he would either were their situations reversed. The guard nodded to indicate he heard and understood, but kept quiet so his hostess could finish speaking. At long last, Akhem stood, speaking gently to Bakari.

"Of course. I do not blame you, my lady. I confess, I had difficulty accepting it myself; I can only imagine how it is for you." He assured the woman with an incline of his head. Turning towards the entrance, the man regarded Bakari sympathetically.

"As stated, there is no pressure to agree. Her highness was quite insistent on that front. However, should a time come where you desire to have an audience with her, simply send word to me and I'll be sure to arrange it." Akhem bestowed Bakari a slight incline of his head, excusing himself. "Thank you for your hospitality. And...I am sorry." He said softly before leaving, making his way swiftly back to the palace.