![]() Four eyes settled on her, and the small spike of fear that hid in the Hyena's eyes, melted away when he saw her. She stopped before them, and gently cleared her throat. She carefully approached them, warm, soft, and motherly. Hathor just sighed, and rolled her eyes, and turned to where the sulking lion had indicated.Īlmost immediately, her smile returned, as she saw two of her more favoured cousins, resting amongst the cushions and blankets they had stacked for themselves, softly laughing and talking sharing what looked to be a more oriental-styled smoking pipe. "Why don't you go ask that whore in the corner? I'm sure he knows exactly where to find my 'dear' mother," he spat, turning on his heel, and storming away, muttering beneath his breath. "I was wondering if you could tell me where your dear mother is?"Īs soon as she finished her question, she was met with a snarl from Maahes, as his eyes narrowed in a sharp, dangerous glare at her. "Indeed I am," she replied, forcing a smile. She felt her eye twitch with annoyance, as Maahes dropped his chalice to the floor, arms folded, looking at her. "Your highness," he said, gruffly, taking a deep drink of his wine. "Good morning to you, dear Maahes," she said, ignoring the soft sigh of relief from the harp-player, as the lion-headed god turned his attention to Hathor. Milling around by the musicians, his narrow black eyes focused on one of the harpists, as he nursed a chalice of blood-red wine in his hand, she found Maahes. It seemed that there weren't many, but it couldn't hurt to greet her delightful family. So, she decided to wander the hall, and see who else had turned out early. The hour was still early, and on a lazy day like this, she was in no real rush to start proceedings. Holding her head high, she greeted them with a gentle nod, and a soft 'morning'.Īs the doors of the central hall of Aberdeen Palace were pushed open, she stepped through, sighing with content as the soft hum of the harps greeted her. It was little over half-an-hour when Hathor emerged from her room linen shawl flowing behind her gracefully the servants that pattered through the halls of the palace bowing as she passed by. She smiled, looking at herself in the mirror soon Hathor would be ready to face the first hours of the Court - and the family that came with it. She rolled her eyes, a soft laugh escaping her lips as she thought about that, letting the idea float through her head, as she clipped another golden earring into one of her bovine ears, and carefully adjusted the circlet that sat just below the two curved horns that adorned her head. The jewellery was always first in her routine, even before she changed into her shear sheath dress although these days, she often wore more looser fitting linen cloaks, and shawls cool, and soft against her skin, dyed a pale red, she knew her husband would try and insist she carried on wearing her slightly more immodest clothing, even after the children are born. She stretched again, really feeling the weight of her pregnant form, as she moved slowly, but still as graceful as she could manage, to the table by the window, where the golden jewellery happily glinted under the touch of the early morning sun. So, with another sigh, she swung her legs over the bed, and stood up. ![]() Even with the bed being so enticing, she was going to have to get out, and face the day. With her husband gone, she'd have to fill in for him and she sighed. A smile broke across her face, as she rubbed a gentle circle over her exposed skin, cooing as she felt one of them give a gentle kick.īut as she took her eyes off her own body, and looked at the window, her smile fell, slightly resigned. She looked, sighing softly at the empty side of the bed, silently begrudging her brother-in-law for dragging her darling husband away for days on end.Īlthough, placing a hand on her pregnant stomach, she knew it wouldn't be long before he was back. The silken covers felt soft, and enticing against her, but slowly, she opened her eyes, vision blurred by sleep as she sat up yawning with a slight stretch, one hand tracing its way through her thick black hair, the other resting on the bed. Her eyes fluttered, as the sunlight streamed through the partially opened curtains and the large bedroom window, basking her golden skin in an equally golden embrace. It was a warm morning, as the rays of Ra broke over the banks of the Nile, as it was every morning.
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