Pretty Slaves, but she’s beautiful

Different Gods and Goddesses were painted covered the walls and in several stone pillars. The bright colors and the faint glow of the torches guide their way. Several young women and three men walked in unison.

One man leading the group like a farmhand gathering sheep. The women already knew that their fate was already sealed. They would be deemed no longer human and their bodies will be abused. They would be forced to become women. The choice ripped from their hands. They’re nothing more than pretty dolls that their owner can use to play. If they wouldn’t have been so terrified and mourning their loved ones. They would have admired the large room. Many of the women weren’t from the area and didn’t understand the importance of the figures in the craves. They told of stories of the Gods, the victory of battles for the people of this land, and beginning. The history of the family who ruled this kingdom. Torches lined the pathway with guards carring heavy weapons. The man who led walked confined down the path. At the end of the path, there was a platform were several men stood beside the steps with two large statues of black jackals. The night was visible if you gaze up. Two men stood beside two golden pillars. Their gaze were lowered and each held a staff in each hand. Sitting on a golden chair if not for the decoration and colors it would have looked ordinary.

He sat with a bored expression and his head resting on his hand. Dressed in yellow striped linen headdress golden postiche and sign and a cobra and vulture. The two ladies who represent the union of Lower and Upper Egypt. Wearing a long linen robe with red, blue, and green, golden belt tied to his waist, and white tunic. Most of the men wore the same outfit but not with the belt nor the headdress.

The man stopped a few steps before placing his left foot forward and bowing.

“You’re grace” He spoke and lower his gaze. The girls looked around and few muttered to themselves quietly. The seated man didn’t bother to fix his stance. His brown eyes looked at one of the men next to him. “Donkor how unpleasing to see you again” His low voice echoed. His voice had a tone of authority one of the girls noted. She smiled when the man flinched and a slight shiver run down his body.

“Humble apologies my Pharaoh” The man spoke before the Pharaoh raised his hand silence the man.

“Those girls aren’t local, are they? Because you know better” The Pharaoh asked. His voice sounded bored but had an undertone of punishment.

“Not all of them your grace” Donkor spoke honestly. The Pharaoh’s eyes narrowed.

“Most aren’t but some from the bandit villages” He quickly corrected.

“You’re walking in a tin line Donkor that is my patience,” The Pharaoh said.

“I only want the finest and most beautiful for you my lord”

The Pharaoh chuckled.

“Pretty yes, but only she could rival Hathor.”

Donkor nodded several times.

“Of course, of course, my king. Our land still weeps for her lost” He muttered. The Pharaoh’s gaze turned a dark shade of brown. “Madu pay this man and get him out of my sight,” He said.

“I will admit they are pretty, and they are enough to entertainment for the time being” The Pharaoh nodded. The man in his left nodded and walked down the steps.

Wait he was going to buy us after all? I thought we’re weren’t beautiful enough for his holiness?

The slave girl thought.

“Inform her grace not to expect me in her charmers tonight,” The Pharaoh said. The man in his right nodded and bow before walking down the steps.

“She’ll be the first” His voice spoke. She didn’t need to look up nor guess that it was directed at herself.

She was in front of the group. She hated being scared. Her father would always bring her to his arms and reassured her that everything was fine but her father was dead. No, she refused to be scared.

She raised her head to look at her forced lover. The Pharaoh’s stare was elsewhere, but something behind him caught the girl’s attention. Behind the Pharaoh’s throne hidden under a silk transparent curtain was a painting. The cold breeze moved the curtain enough to see some of it. The painting of a beautiful woman. Dressed in teal length straight dress, bracelets on her wrists and arms with different colors. A golden brand with same colors as the Pharaoh’s belt was around her head. Only the cobra was on the crown. One locus flower was behind the crown. Brown hair was straight and covered some of her breasts were while lone one strand covered her multi-colored necklace with a teal colored lotus. Her lips were pink and her visible eye was teal. She was kneeling and stare forward. On her left hand, she held some of the long grass and her right held pink lotuses. The background was a blue sky and green grass around her and she stood on top of the water. The girl couldn’t keep her eyes and wished that the breeze could bow a bit stronger for her to have a longer time to see the painting.

She understood why now. They were pretty, but she was beautiful. This woman was she an interception of Hathor? How was it possible that a painting could capture her attention. Was she even real?

Who was this girl? The Pharaoh noticed the girl’s gaze and followed her sight.

The painting.

She was staring at the painting. His eyes narrowed.

“Take them to their chamber Madu” The tone of his voice quickly snapped the staring girl from her trace.

She noticed the man who bought her was gone and that men even the guards looked paler and were nervous. Madu nodded almost like he was expected this.

He silently walked down the steps and gesture some of the guards to help him.

Before fully exiting the room, she saw it. The Pharaoh had his back turned but he had lifted the transparent curtain from over the picture. He carefully placed his hand over the painting. She meant something.

Who was she?

The only thing this girl know was that she was beautiful.