The Pharaoh's Treasure (MessedupRp x Saber Arturia)

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Amisi gazed out of the open hole of the window as the sun slowly hurtled toward the horizon. She sighed and lowered herself a bit more into the warm water of the bath, while the comfort was appreciated, she would rather have pharaoh back with her again. The young woman pushed herself up to a standing position, the water droplets reflecting off her olive skin as she stepped out of the bathing pool. She took a towel and dried off.

Her motions seemed calm and lackadaisical. Something Amisi had perfected in her training as a concubine, to always appear calm and graceful, even when nobody was there to gaze upon her beautiful form, her toned muscles, her large, firm breasts and rump, her slender face with features that seemed to be sculpted in stone. Yet she was alone. There was a pang of longing for the touch of another crying out inside of her, but nobody would know that from looking at her.

Amisi was actually working with the utmost of haste, drying her body and hair, perfuming skin and combing her long black hair. Amisi glanced at the door to the suite of rooms she resided in and quickened her pace a bit. She set a plate of food and drink on the a table and went back to her work, namely dressing herself.

This wasn't as important to her considering her position as a concubine, but it still counted. She put on her circlet first. A golden band with a jeweled scarab on the front. She followed this by a golden collar on her neck. The collar was flexible and featured a jewel in the front. She reached up and touched it unconsciously, her longing heightened. She quickly bustled back to her dress, putting on a long white loincloth and a white cloth bra that connected to her collar, two,strips of white cloth came down and crossed her beasts, going under her arms and connecting behind her.

Amisi contemplated the fact that her clothing barely concealed anything but brushed the thought aside. She finished with more golden jewelry, a etched cuffs on her biceps and her ankles, a couple of rings and she was ready. Just in time as well.

As Amisi slipped her last piece in place, she heard the chamber door open. She turned quickly and stood ready, looking out as footsteps came closer and closer. She wanted to run and meet him, to hold him and feel his warmth, but she knew that would be improper. Amisi would wait patiently for him to come to her, there she would greet him. There she would be reunited with her pharaoh.

 

[Revelations]

Pharaoh Theoris I. The first of his name to hold the title given only to those chosen by the divine themselves. As the sun wheeled across the morning sky in its lazy path, so to did the Pharaoh find it at his back, almost a greetings from it as he began his way on towards his rightful home. As king of hese lands, it was not unusual for Pharaohs to travel through the desert lands, blessing cities, farmland, and even riverbanks upon which many cities made their homes, though it was also a good way for the young king to see the state of his lands and its people. Over the course of almost two months he had journeyed with his guard and small entourage – mostly priests, in order to see the journey through.

To most, being met by their divine king was a blessing and one Theoris readily gave, but that morning as his horse trot across the pavement of the capital, his mind was on blessing only one person with his presence once he was home. To a Pharaoh, a concubine was many things – from a toy of pleasure to some, to a confidant and close ally and lover to others. And for Amisi, the newly mantled king saw her as both a lover, and a reminder that despite being given his title by the gods, he was still a mortal man, with thoughts of pleasures of the flesh, and being with one he could simply trust, and let his guard down.

“My king, we are home again. Shall I send for servants to tend to you?” His most closest of guards asked, and in turn – the king turned his attention to the man. “That won’t be necessary. See to your duties in the palace, ensure the guard are sharp, and that the palace is secure. I will be heading to my chambers.” Dismounting the horse, the king let one of the other servants tend to the beast, briefly looking as the priests mingled with one another, and the guards scattered to tend to their duties. Tonight there would be a feast to commemorate his re-arrival back at the city, and to show that the gods gifted them with a generous harvest this year. Otherwise, he had little desire to be disturbed by the whims of the court, or the priests seeking to offer him council and guidance.

Despite being mantled king, he was a young man – within his mid twenties, he was a tall and striking figure. With black hair that ran somewhat long and framed his face, he held sharp features. Bronzed skin that showed he was a tried and true man, with brown eyes that almost seemed flecked with gold. Keeping himself clean shaven – he was distinct from rulers before, giving him a more striking personage in comparison. Rather than wear the lion-skin that was common to wear, he wore a simple silken outfit; a simple golden mantle for his neck and shoulders, alongside a silken skirt with nothing to cover his bare and taut chest. Every step he took exuded confidence, every motion elegant and focused. He would not be seen as weak or lacking by others, even as his hand turned the open his door, smiling as he saw a familiar and welcome visage.

“Amisi, I am back.” His tone took an immediately softer tune to it, breathing out in a more relaxed, eased sigh.