True Grave
Make The Wrong Things Right
- Joined
- Jun 30, 2010
- Location
- Where The Fight Takes Me
(Yeah, I think it's about time for a time skip. It's only for two weeks, anyway.)
The next two weeks in Egypt was a flurry of activity. The Carthaginians had kept their promises, sending emissaries to teach the troops Hoplite style tactics in exchange for food. The time was also drawing near for the Pharaoh to choose his bride. Would it be Kissa, the busty beauty of the lower class? Mamisa of the middle class, with her talent for sculpture? Or would he choose Talia, the daughter of the wealthiest merchant in town, who knew manners and civility to a T?
Rumors flew back and forth until the day finally arrived. The three prospective brides were brought before the Pharaoh, bathed and dressed in their finest. Their makeup was top-of-the-line, and they all looked their best. Pharaoh Kamenhama looked over the three, and looked straight ahead at the wall.
"Before I choose my bride, I must eliminate the ones I will not choose. The first to leave the selection will be..."
All of the air seemed to go out of the room. Talia and Mamisa were sure that lowly Kissa would be the first to go. However, they were shocked when the Pharaoh made his decision.
"Mamisa, I am afraid that you are not qualified to join the ranks of royalty. Your family shall be paid a generous stipend for your time, but I'm afraid it is not to be. Please leave the palace at once."
Mamisa gently bowed and departed. Even though she had been eliminated, Talia was still in the running. They had each agreed that if one of them won the contest and the other did not, the one that lost would be brought in as a handmaiden so that they would both live a life of luxury. When the door had closed, the Pharaoh turned to Talia and Mamisa.
"You stand at two ends of society, but the gods themselves know who is truly suited to be my wife."
He stretched out his hand and made a solemn decree.
"You shall each make your case as to why you should be chosen to be my wife. I shall then meditate and allow the gods to speak to me. Whatever decision that mighty Ra and his consorts decree, I shall abide by it. Talia, you shall go first."
Talia very much wanted to stick her tongue out at Kissa, but did not want to look bad in front of the great Kamenhama. She curtsied in response.
"Thank you, my lord. My family is the wealthiest in the country next to yours. I am accustomed to dealing with distinguished guests and much riches. I am also very beautiful, a fine woman to have on your arm at social functions and before the world. I also have experience in the bedroom, and can please your most carnal desires. If you choose me as your wife, I will treat you like the god you are."
Talia got down on her knees and prostrated herself before him, revealing nice cleavage hidden in her dress. While not as big as Kissa's, she did not lack for physical assets. She then stood up and stepped back to signal the end of her piece.
"Thank you, Talia. Kissa, it is your turn to speak."
The Pharaoh lowered his arm, and listened intently to what she had to say.
The next two weeks in Egypt was a flurry of activity. The Carthaginians had kept their promises, sending emissaries to teach the troops Hoplite style tactics in exchange for food. The time was also drawing near for the Pharaoh to choose his bride. Would it be Kissa, the busty beauty of the lower class? Mamisa of the middle class, with her talent for sculpture? Or would he choose Talia, the daughter of the wealthiest merchant in town, who knew manners and civility to a T?
Rumors flew back and forth until the day finally arrived. The three prospective brides were brought before the Pharaoh, bathed and dressed in their finest. Their makeup was top-of-the-line, and they all looked their best. Pharaoh Kamenhama looked over the three, and looked straight ahead at the wall.
"Before I choose my bride, I must eliminate the ones I will not choose. The first to leave the selection will be..."
All of the air seemed to go out of the room. Talia and Mamisa were sure that lowly Kissa would be the first to go. However, they were shocked when the Pharaoh made his decision.
"Mamisa, I am afraid that you are not qualified to join the ranks of royalty. Your family shall be paid a generous stipend for your time, but I'm afraid it is not to be. Please leave the palace at once."
Mamisa gently bowed and departed. Even though she had been eliminated, Talia was still in the running. They had each agreed that if one of them won the contest and the other did not, the one that lost would be brought in as a handmaiden so that they would both live a life of luxury. When the door had closed, the Pharaoh turned to Talia and Mamisa.
"You stand at two ends of society, but the gods themselves know who is truly suited to be my wife."
He stretched out his hand and made a solemn decree.
"You shall each make your case as to why you should be chosen to be my wife. I shall then meditate and allow the gods to speak to me. Whatever decision that mighty Ra and his consorts decree, I shall abide by it. Talia, you shall go first."
Talia very much wanted to stick her tongue out at Kissa, but did not want to look bad in front of the great Kamenhama. She curtsied in response.
"Thank you, my lord. My family is the wealthiest in the country next to yours. I am accustomed to dealing with distinguished guests and much riches. I am also very beautiful, a fine woman to have on your arm at social functions and before the world. I also have experience in the bedroom, and can please your most carnal desires. If you choose me as your wife, I will treat you like the god you are."
Talia got down on her knees and prostrated herself before him, revealing nice cleavage hidden in her dress. While not as big as Kissa's, she did not lack for physical assets. She then stood up and stepped back to signal the end of her piece.
"Thank you, Talia. Kissa, it is your turn to speak."
The Pharaoh lowered his arm, and listened intently to what she had to say.