The Queen and the Celt (Sharub & Chaos)

[Sharub]

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.

 

[Chaos]

In came ten men, the leader, the head of her guard, a tall proud man with a defined mustache and short pointy beard. Behind him was four strong and sturdy soldiers, each holding onto a chain, connected to a man who seemed to tower over them, his head held high and proud, despite the numerous bindings on him. Four more guards kept their khopeshes aimed at his throat, should he decide to make a sudden move. He was dressed in minimal clothing, a white wrap around his waist. When they had found him his clothes were tattered from the elements and the long journey. They had been discarded when they decided to clean him up for the Queen.
They stopped at least ten feet from the queen, hoping to keep the dangerous man a safe distance away from her. The head of her guard bowed deeply, and then stepped forward to address her.
"My Queen!" he exclaimed. "I bring you a captured prize. A dangerous man. When my men came across him they demanded he identify himself. He has refused to give so much as a name, and the only words out of his mouth were strange and most likely foul things. He is an unruly barbarian, and it shames me to say it, but it took at least ten of my men to take him down. He has a strength like none I have ever seen. It was perhaps his weariness from his travels that may have allowed us to finally subdue him. I have never seen a man so fierce. He is like a wild animal, and like a wild animal, I would say his only use is to fight in the pits. I do not think he could be forced into hard labor."
He looked to the man, glaring at him, and the celt slowly looked back to him, glaring with a deep loathing, before turning his eyes to the naked woman before them.
"What would you desire to do with this wild man my Queen?"
The wild man laid his eyes upon the queen, his eyes falling to her pert breasts rising out of the water. An exotic beauty, and the leader of this land, he desired to claim her body as his own, a prize for sure, one he would wrack with passion. He slowly licked his lips, almost unnoticeable, as his eyes feasted on the site of her body, an action perhaps only the queen would see.

 

[Sharub]

The young queen waited with transpiring boredom while in the distance the sound of several footsteps and chains begun to be heard, while the two slaves resumed their work, tending to her precious and delicate skin, until, the whole pool fell silent: slaves and servants gasped at the savage in chain brought in front of their Queen, many thteatrically frowning in disgust, other whispering a joke with the other. But the queen remained silent. Her face frozen in a superior and noble stance.

With a motion of her hand, she shoo'ed the slaves tending to her skin, that bowed and crawled backward away from the pool's rim. Looking casually at her perfectly tended hand, Sharepsut addressed the group << ...and why did you brought a man defined as dangerous with your own tongue... here, in My Palace?>> her voice calm, yet, the heavy tone of her sarcasm clearly understandable; Relaxing again against the pool's rim, letting her young breasts to raise from the water, her dark nipples like pebbles capping the caramel-gold swell on her chest, water drops like diamonds rolling over her smooth and soft skin <<...i thought that my Captains and soldiers were supposed to keep dangerous beings AWAY from My domain...>> her eyes spotted the savage ones, feeling his own taking every inch of her exposed skin. Taking a little breath, the young queen slowly stood up, the sound of water falling from her body sounding like an alarm to the slaves that immediately begun to gather cloths to dry her Devine Majesty, but before they could reach her, she walked toward the soldiers and her new slave. Each slow step allowed her breasts to sensually wobble, accompanied by the slow and almost mellow sound of the water parting just below her bellybutton, long black hairs cascading past her shoulders in thin braids intertwined with golden wraps and beads.

Everyone followed her with their eyes. Slaves, eunuchs and valets. Everyone, for a reason or another, forced to follow her walk... to follow that perfect body walking into the waters, until she slowly sunk in the pool and crossed her arms on the other side of the pool, boredly looking at the soldiers and her new addition. Her dark-green eyes scanned the foreigner from head to toe <<Did you really putted many of my soldier at bide all by yourself?>> asked her looking him into the eyes, her feline-like makeup underlining her noble gaze.

 

[Chaos]

The head guard started to stammer out a response, but went silent as the Queen stood up and moved forward, all eyes on her naked nubile body, especially the savage's.

His bright green eyes almost flashed with desire as she moved forward towards him taking delight in every sway of her body. She was a sight to behold, and he wanted to hold her, to have her cry out in ecstasy at his touches. He looked down at her, gently leaning his face down to look to hers, his eyes meeting hers with a fierce gaze. She spoke to him in a foreign tongue, but he thought he understood what she said. He assumed she asked if he really took on so many of her men, and he slowly grinned a big fierce grin at her, shifting his shoulders and his wrists, his muscles flexing, and he gave the smallest of nods.
"Aye!" he said, finally speaking, "That I did, twas easy too! Your men are soft and weak, I doubt many of them have seen any real fighting. I bet I could take on a hundred of them if I was at full strength, they are lucky they have me chained!" He said, and shook his wrists to make the cuffs rattle. The men holding his chains pulled on them tight, and the men with swords at his neck moved them closer, daring him to make a move.
He simply let out a loud hearty laugh, one full of sincere amusement, and looked down to the queen again, waiting to hear her response, wondering if she even understood what he had said.

 

[Sharub]

The Queen listened carefully to the words of that foreign man, trying to understand his words, trying to appeal to the teaching she had to withstand in her childhood, until she hummed in entertained delight, almost smiling <<Hit him, Captain, roughly.>> said her, waiting for her Captain to obey, while she kept speaking <<...my mens are soft, you say, Slave? Still the weak and soft mens captured you, and now you stand here, in chains, held by less of a dozen of those weak mens... the same weak mens now ready to slit your throat open and let your corpse to melt in a rotting carcass out in the desert, with a pole holding you from your bowels to the mouth...>> her eyes smirked at the guards that laughed, taunting the prisoner. <<I might put you in the pits>> said her with voice full of wonder <<...then we will see if your bets will prove true or result of a boastful desperate.>> she paused, giving the impression that her decision was taken, instead, she spoke again, lifting her torso from the pool's rim, her breasts covered in water drops, shining like diamonds <<But you impressed me, slave. You understood what my Devine voice said. You are stupid, if you think that your behaviour would be tolerated among the slave's ranks, but as Heran foreseen...>> the fat man bowed in delight at her words <<...you might serve Me well.>> her eyes looked him again with a smirk <<This slave disrespected Your Goddess. Bring him in the cells. We'll see if he understands his position. Heran... i trust in your judgement, bring him to me when he'll be useful.>> and with that, she stood up from the waters, slowly and elegantly moving to the steps, welcomed by the careful attenctions of her slaves, carrying dry cloths, carefully drying her delicate skin, capturing every drop rolling on her body like it was a dangerous enemy.

<<Heran. I want him begging for his life in two days. If he fails, you will join him in the pits.>> said her with a calm voice as a slave begun to knot a golden necklace on her slender neck, while another begun to unroll a white linen cloth around her waist. Sharepsut smiled to herself as the slave was carried away, enjoying the way such a warrior appeared in her court, savouring the ways he could serve her...

 

[Chaos]

The captain grinned, and nodded his head. "Gladly my Queen." He said, and slowly started to walk over, letting the queen finish her speech before doing so. The men with swords slowly stepped back to give him room, and the savage kept one eye on him as he plotted his next move.
His face turned sour as she she spoke of tossing him in the cells, putting him into this so called pit. He did not like this idea at all. He would never beg for his life, not as long as breath was in his lungs.
As the captain approached, he calmed his mind, and waited until the man was in striking distance. His legs having been left unbound so that he could walk, he was able to duck low past the kopeshs and swing out a leg to bring him off his feet, and as he fell he kicked out and sent the captain into the pool with a large splash.
As the first man rush him he was able to grab the man's hands and pulled him in for a headbutt, sending the man sprawling. He got himself moving as the four holding the chains tried to pull him down, and he moved towards the strongest one and rammed his burly shoulder into the man's chest. He then spun around grabbed the chain to the next guy, yanking him off of his feet, before turning to do the same to another.
As the next guard came at him with the kopesh, he ducked in low and sent his shoulder into the man's chest, knocking him into the other one behind him.
He then made a mad dash toward's the queen herself, and before anyone could get in his way he stood mere inches from her, his hands writhing in anger, oh how he wanted to choke her for such a threat, but he stopped himself, knowing that would be unwise. "No." He said darkly, looking down into her eyes, his gaze fierce and piercing. "I will fight in no pit. I will never beg for mercy. You will never get that satisfaction from me." He told her with a cold voice, and then looked around the slaves and guards, shocked as this man dared to approach their queen, to speak to her in such a defiant way, but unsure what to do lest he decide to lay his hands on her. "Look before you. Even as I am bound by metal chain, and weak from hunger, your men were still unable to stop me from getting to you. They are Soft, Weak," He told her, putting deep emphasis on the words. "They are unfit to protect you. Unlike I. Unlike I, who has seen many lands, trained with many combat masters. I had to in order to survive. And I will keep surviving. I will fight in no pit for your pathetic amusement. I will never beg for mercy as long as there in breath in my lungs." He said, looking down at her, his gaze never leaving her eyes. He then held up his wrists, and shook the shackles. "Uncuff me. Feed me. And I will again show you how weak your guards are. Or perhaps...." He said eyeing her breasts again, before once more locking eyes with her. "Your body is desirable. Offer me Food. Offer me Sex. And I will pledge my life to you. I grow weary of my travels Queen. Offer me that which I desire and I shall protect your life with my own. I am a fair man. I can compromise." He said, and took a step back, his palms spread out as he lifted his arms as high as they would go. "What say you queen? Shall I make further fools of your men, or can we come to some sort of deal? I will not ask again."

 

[Sharub]

Sharepsut eyes flickered with disbelief, seeing that man, the same man her soldiers and guards mocked for being tired, hungry and finally weak enough and being dragged around in chains like the beast he was, now making fun of her guards again, tossing them around like they were made of papyruses, kicking them and shoving them to the ground, one over the other like drunkards in a night of feast, and before anyone else could react, he was free to do whatever he liked, the chains still clinking around his wrists clearly unimpeding his will and might, ready to jump at her with a leap.

It was matter of a blink. Less. The bathing slaves yelping in fear, while the slaves in charge for her safety gulped and begun to rush toward him with their swords and spears, ready to pierce the foreigner on spot. Her eyes followed his motions, her ears listening to him like his voice was as esteemed as her chosen ministers, her smart brain still fatiguely translating his words. No. She needed time. She wanted to know.
<<CEASE!>> ordered her with a shrill of her voice, raising her right hand in the meantime, and, like a magic, everyone in the pool with the idea to kill him froze and looked at her, still pointing their weapons at him, circling him, more guards approaching her, ready to make wall with their bodies.
The young queen nodded at the foreigner, motioning him with her hands, granting his wishes <<This slave pleases me. He entertained Your Queen in this boring and otherwise tedious day. Heran, You brought me a fine addition, thou services shall be finely rewarded.>> mused her, without turning her gaze away from her newest addition, playing with the golden collar-like jewelry.

<<While you all, soldiers...>> her voice stern, condemning <<You all. Your Devine Queen does not want to see none of you ever again. Disappear from my palace. Flee from my domains!>> Again, her hand moved slowly, shooing them, as well as indicating her guards to look menacingly at them, urging the defeated soldiers to quicken their thoughts and obey her order.

<<Heran, bring this slave to my quarters. I want to know more.>> with those last words, she clapped her hands twice, making her guards to proceed in front of her, escorting her past the hallway, until the heavy doors slammed shut behind her.

The fat man took a sigh of relief, knowing that despite the rubble, he pleased the Queen and will receive a reward. Approaching the unnamed slave, he cleared his voice, yet sounding high-pitched and sounding like coming from a thatre actor <<You pleased your Queen, warr...Slave. This is the first and most important step you have to achieve once you make your way past the Royal Palace's gates>> his fat fingers adjusting his thick rings <<You've heard her. She wants to talk with you. Do you understand her? ...do you understand me?>> asked him arching an heavily darkened eyebrow, guards approaching him with a still menacing behaviour.

 

[Chaos]

The guards slowly left, anger and revenge in their hearts, swearing to each other that they would regain their honor and see justice for this outrage. They left her palace, and sought out the others who had helped capture the man leaving together to form a plan. They would not stand for this embarrassment.

The warrior grinned as the queen spoke well of him, and stood up straight as he loomed over her, looking down to the lovely woman as she spoke out orders. He would have to change her thoughts on him being a slave. He would never submit to the idea.
He watched her leave, before turning to the fat man who took credit for bringing him in. He knew the word slave by now, and he looked down hard at the man, placing a hand on his shoulder with a slight grip. "I understand enough little man. Know this. I am no one's slave. I will bow down to no one. I do things as I wish, and I will not submit." He said, and then moved on, walking to the guards, flexing his muscles slightly and looked at them both. "Alright. Lead the way." He told them with a grin. He looked forward to talking with this queen that everyone feared and obeyed, wondering what she would have in mind for him. He already knew what he had in mind for her.

 

[Sharub]

Heran chuckled at the foreigner's words, his lips curling in an amused smile; "oh... you are a slave, and you will bow, you will do what you are told, when you are told..." thought him, still, he did not say a word to him, barely moving aside with the same smirk on his face, allowing the guards to escort the slave to the Queen; immediately, the guards looked sternly at him, the last slave that have yet to understand his place, both fighting the urge to punch him in the face, refraining only at the thought that the Queen wished that male to be intact, and so, with a sight, they escorted him away, leaving the pool behind them, trough the long path coasted by immense pillars until they reached the main building, moving swiftly, skipping other slaves and servants of their Devine Queen, until they reached her chambers.

As soon as a slave tied the knot to another golden necklace on her back, the young queen slowly walked to a triclinium nearby, lying on it with a feline-like care and sensuous move, taking a satisfied sigh when fully relaxed. Behind the triclinium a dozen slaves waited silently her orders: some carring a feathered fan, some trays with water and inhebriant beverages, other fruits and others again keeping an hand on their khopeshes, ready to give their lifes for their queen. Suddently, a slave walked to her with a quick pace, his steel necklaces clinking in the otherwise silent room. Kneeling in front of her, eyes to the floor, the slave announced with pride <<The new slave is here, Your Devine Highness...>>
Without waiting further, she motioned him to leave, and with another bow he obeyed and left, going to announce the guards outside to let the slave come forth. Alone.

Sharepsut smiled inwardly, not letting her caramel lips to betray her superiour demeanor, even if she decided to have fun with the new slave. A foreigner. And from his gaze on her, like if he had never seen a naked woman, she knew he was already falling down. Quickly adjusting her body on the triclinium, letting her right arm to lift her right breast like a shelf, sure to make the man that believes to be strong, to swindle and crumble, just before the doors opened, allowing him to come forth.

 

[Chaos]

Still chained up but with no one holding them, he made a loud racket as he walked, the four chains dragging behind him as he followed the lowly fat one to the doors. Glacing at both guards, he gave them an unamused look, even yawning in boredom. "I don't suppose either of you guys got the key for these cuffs or these chains do you?" He asked, and then shrugged when they just continued to stare at them.
He waited for them to open the door, before walking in, glancing around at all the overly lavish things around him. This was not the first time he had been in a palace or castle. He had earned the favor of a king or ruler or two in his past, and been given a few feasts in his honor. He was well known, at least in some areas, for his expertise with the blade. He wasn't sure what they had done with his sword, but he'd have to inquire upon it later. He looked up at the queen finally, her chest still bare save for some jewelry above her bosom, and he chuckled softly to himself, a small smile appearing on his face as he noticed she had her breasts propped up. It was clear she would try to seduce him to gain the upper hand, although really, as long as he was chained up like this, she had it.
He looked over, and stepped forward, closing the distance to be no less then seven feet. "Well queen, here I am. What do you wish to talk with me about?" he said, and eyed the food. "Perhaps these discussions would go over easy if you were to unchain me, and allow me to eat. Perhaps I would be more agreeable then, wouldn't you think?"
He highly doubted she would be willing to uncuff him so soon, but that was a bone he would have to chase until she did so. He couldn't stand being bound like this, and he would only bear it for so much longer.

 

[Sharub]

The queen looked at him, with a mixed gaze of disgust, admiration and amusement, as she watched that foreigner trying to get the best out of that situation, trying to achieve what a slave and prisoner cannot even dream to deal, speaking as a king instead of kneeling in pity and misery, begging for his life.
She remained silent, even after he finished speaking, lazily looking at her fingernails and adjusting her jewels.

But with a motion of her fingers, the guards took again hold of his chains, pulling him back, away from her. <<And who are you?>> asked her, with a solemn tone in her young voice <<Who are you that even with chains around your limbs... You that were presented to me as a prisoner... gifted with the honor to serve Me as a slave... and yet, you dare to Speak to me like a common peasant, speaking without permission and before i told you to speak!? And the insolence, coming from a slave to offer me a deal?>> the guards tugged the chains every now and then, underlining her words, words that returned normal, with an amused calm on her face <<You still seem not to understand your position, slave. Neither you do seem to see the odds. The odds playing against you. You are alone. And neither at full strenght. You are tired. Hungry. Chained. I am a Goddess. A Queen. I have a nation that will get in line for the honor to obey me and kill you...>> her eyes looked into his <<BUT. You entertained me, Slave. >> with a wave of her fingers, the guards released the hold of his chains, letting him to relax <<You are uneducated. A brute. You don't know how to deal. Nor how to speak with a Queen. I do bet you neither have the idea on what respect is. But i like playing games. I would like not to see such valiant warrior to end his days chained in a forgotten pit or abandoned in the desert.>> the queen tried to see his reactions to her words before lying more comfortably on the triclinium, one arm behind her head, as she toyed with the light, casting reflexes in the room from a diamond on her wrist <<You will serve in the Barracks. Tell my Captain... new captain... how to properly train. Now Go.>>

With a wave she shooed them away << What is your name? I like those strange names coming from outside my domain...>>