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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 26, 2017 19:27:23 GMT -5
Muse A is the child of Apep/Apophis(same god, you know, different names, happens quite often). Apophis is the Egyptian god of snakes and war. Muse B is the recently widowed pharaoh, entering a war and seeking assistance from his advisers but none are good war experts. One of his advisers hears about muse a who is an expert on all things war and loves politics. They call muse a, more like drag muse a, to the palace of the pharaoh where muse a is to live and help out the pharaoh. Muse a could be kept as a 'slave' for quite a while, but as the pharaoh and muse a grow closer to each other, he sets muse a free from slavery. Then this whole big shebang where somehow they find out muse a is the child of Apophis.
muse a;; Kesi Maibe, 22 years old, ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓
muse b;; Khyan, 25 years old, 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 Khyan shows every sign of having been raised into wealth. He's narcissistic and selfish, but more than anything he tends to take everything for granted - so much so that it's frustrating for most anyone around him. He fails to ever take no for an answer and seems to think he deserves whatever he asks for. Given that his people view him as a god on earth, maybe that's not so surprising. All of that being said, Khyan is actually a kind enough person. He's caring and incredibly loyal, even if he puts himself first the majority of the time anyway. More than anything, though, he's honest. Khyan keeps to his words and shies away from lies. He has no reason to fear the truth, after all, but even if he did he would shy away from lies. They're just inconvenient, or so he says. He's a genuine and transparent person, surprisingly easy to approach once you get over the pharaoh/god thing and easy to get to know.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 27, 2017 3:18:54 GMT -5
thank you for making this ^^ so, is there anything else we need before we start?
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 28, 2017 13:34:49 GMT -5
[ hey ree! sorry for not being on last night, I was at a place w/o internet. the only thing left is deciding how we'll be starting ]
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 28, 2017 13:41:30 GMT -5
[ no worries! it's perfectly alright. right, yes. any ideas there? the most logical place to start might be with Kesi arriving, but if you have any other ideas I'd love to hear them! ]
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 28, 2017 13:44:13 GMT -5
[ I'm fine with starting there ^.^ ]
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 28, 2017 14:57:16 GMT -5
[ alright, great ^^ would you start or would you like me to? I don't mind (though you should be warned, my starters are iffy at best) but I'm heading of for twenty minutes to an hour, so it'd be a while. ]
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 28, 2017 15:00:03 GMT -5
[ I'll get up a starter in a few ]
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 28, 2017 15:00:55 GMT -5
[ alright, thank you c: ]
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 28, 2017 15:47:37 GMT -5
It had been days since Kesi had been allowed to walk instead of ride a camel so when she was violently shoved out of the saddle, she fell to the ground and was unable to catch herself due to her wrists being bonded with rough rope. None of the Pharaoh's Guard had even told her why she was taken from her home and brought to the royal palace in Thebes. In one second she had been stolen away from all she had ever known: her mother, father, and her work as a seamstress. She had surely committed no crime worthy of being executed in the royal square but that left her with absolutely no clues as to why she was being brought to the palace.
Maybe she was to serve the former Great Royal Wife in death, even though she had never served her in life. If she was to be sent to meet Osiris, Kesi would not do it willingly. She was relatively young with lots of her life to be lived; she hadn't even been married off yet - partly because of her temperament in tongue.
The surprise on Kesi's face when she was practically dragged, due to her inability to walk, into the throne room of Pharaoh was unimaginable. Her brown eyes bulged wide and her usually dark skin paled at the sight of the most powerful man in Egypt. However, she would not just sit there like a frail kitten and await her death. "Why have I been brought here?" she spat.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 28, 2017 16:34:28 GMT -5
Khyan was at a loss. Completely and totally. Ever since Tiye had passed, he'd been losing his grip. He was heading into a war, and without his wife to comfort and advise him, he had nobody to share his growing anxieties and fears with. Even his advisors, who were meant to help him, were useless in giving any kind of advice. "Fight them, Lord. I do not know how, but you must fight." Why did he even keep them around when, clearly, they served no purpose other than to drive him slowly insane?
Finally, some weeks ago, a man had approached, claiming to have advice to bring the Pharaoh. Khyan, of course, had turned him away, but not before sending someone to hear him out. And that had been how Kesi had been brought to his attention. Supposedly an expert both in politics and war, despite living as neither a politician or within the military, he'd been promised help from her. He assumed without her consent, given how the guards had been treating her and the way she looked up at him now.
"Watch your tone," one of the men who'd brought her in hissed, but Khyan simply regarded her with calculated curiosity. For someone said to be an expert in her field, she certainly looked scared.
Khyan sighed tiredly, laying his crook and flail down in his lap. "We're on the brink of war. I've been promised you know how to win a battle and how to negotiate terms of surrender." His tone made it clear that if she didn't, he'd have no patience with her. Escorting her back to her home would be an expense he'd gladly spare.
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 28, 2017 18:07:12 GMT -5
With the gall of a mighty cobra, Kesi practically hissed at the pharaoh in rage. "What of it?" she said in a low growl. In her small village she had been notorious for speaking her mind in the way a man did. She had been told too many times by her father, mother, and brothers that she needed to act dumb and be cowardly like the rest of the female population but she refused to do that. She was not some quiet little girl waiting to get married off. She was intelligent and unflinching even in the worst situations.
"Am I here as entertainment, great and worthy 'Ra?' Or am I here to be permanently silenced?"
[ sorry it's short. also, the man that she calls father is really just the father of her brothers and husband of her mother. she thinks its her father but only her mother knows who truly sired her btw I have a lot of good ideas for this ![B)](//storage.proboards.com/6575102/images/FCb_E4d8JMUDG3m8s9xv.gif) ]
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 28, 2017 18:28:27 GMT -5
[ don't worry about it! and alright, thanks ^^ always feel free to share any ideas! I'm always really happy to hear them! ]
"He's right, you really should watch your tone," Khyan said, lazily. It didn't take more than this, a throw-away response to something so incredibly offensive as mocking the Pharaoh, for three of his guards to step forward, ready to deliver anything from blows to death. All he had to do was wave a hand.
He didn't, though he nodded to the guards, giving silent permission to lash out should she step out of line again. He found her anger a little too entertaining to punish, at least so long as it did him no harm. "You're not here to die, unless you prove to me you're worthy of a thing such as death. You're not here to entertain, either. I'm sure you'd make fascinating entertainment but you'd be too much trouble. You're here to win me a war, and to do it well. The blood spilt from this point forward until either your untimely death or the victory we shall take is on your hands and yours alone."
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 29, 2017 13:33:24 GMT -5
Quite stupidly, Kesi spat at the pharaoh seated before her. She didn't care how powerful he was or that he could end her life with the simply lifting of a finger; she was stronger than that. "I won't do anything for you until you show me the respect I deserve, Pharaoh," she ground out. If her brothers saw her now, their faces would be completely devoid of color. They'd seen her act out against their betters, but never like this. Her father would have been hitting already, giving the guards a little break from their regular duties.
"Did you treat Tiye like this? No wonder Osiris claimed her so early."
[ okay so here's my idea in ancient Egypt there was an annual ceremony called the Banishing of Apophis. Apophis was the god of chaos and the enemy of Ra. every night Ra would defeat Apophis, yadda yadda yadda. I'll link you to a website so that you can get more info on it. my idea was that Kesi influences Khyan to not do the annual ceremony once they find out that she is the daughter of Apophis link to a website that explains everything better than I can ALSO what if they hate each other rn because of Apophis and Ra hating each other lol ]
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 29, 2017 14:17:02 GMT -5
[ oooo! that could bring about so much chaos. I like it! also, I'd forgotten how much I adore egyptian mythology <3 just skimming that website brought back all the love I've ever had for these millennia-old stories. omg that actually makes so much sense! I vote yes, 100% yes ]
If it wouldn't have looked bad, Khyan would have walked down to her and smacked her himself. He could take disrespect, but the insinuation that he hadn't loved his wife - and worse, that he'd been the reason for her death - was more than his temper could take. This soon after her passing, even mentioning her name in his presence could be enough to set him off. From the way his guard's expressions hardened, he knew there would be no need for an order.
One of the guards stepped forward and did it for him, delivering a blow that Khyan could only pray hurt as much as it had appeared. He ground his teeth, the muscles in his jaw jumping as he glared at her. She deserved more than that, so much more. "Get her out of my sight," he spat, but didn't remove his gaze, burning with fury, from her. "Make sure she pays for her insolence." His men nodded and the four closest to her moved to escort her out, shoving her forcefully ahead of them without so much as a word.
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 29, 2017 14:22:36 GMT -5
[ i won't be able to reply for a while but just know that Kesi isn't going to have any reaction to getting punished just to piss him off more lol ]
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 29, 2017 14:40:36 GMT -5
[ lol I assumed as much. but Khyan pretty much did it for his own satisfaction anyway, he couldn't care less about the actual punishment, he just does it because it makes him feel as if he has some sort of control over the situation. not as secure as he pretends, haha. ]
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 30, 2017 12:01:53 GMT -5
Keeping quiet while being hit was a skill Kesi had learned quickly in her childhood. Being loud and panicing would only ensue more beatings and that was a universal truth in her life. In an act of vapid truculence, the dark-skinned girl spat out the blood that had welled in her mouth after the blow and she didn't just spit it in any direction - she spat it directly onto the feet of Pharaoh.
Even more frighteningly she showcased her lack of fear or self-care by keeping Khyan's gaze and just smiling iniquitously. "My great Amun-Ra! You treat the daughters of great Egypt like this?" she called out as she was dragged down the long hall.
[ aaaaagh I'm so excited for this rp I love basically re-writing history ]
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 31, 2017 11:09:23 GMT -5
[ I mean, same. history is so fascinating, I love messing around with it. ]
Khyan didn't bat an eye. He was done here. Besides, nothing could insult him more than what she'd already done. Staining his floors was nothing. By the time he looked away from her, someone had stepped forward to clean it up and by the time he rose from his seat, several of the guards had already apologised for failing to ensure she would be ready to see him. At least some people in this palace had the ability to see that crossing him wouldn't end pretty.
He hissed something at them, probably something about how they were lucky his anger was directed elsewhere. He wasn't entirely sure himself. He was busy stepping over the spot where blood had seeped in between the floor tiles and thinking of ways he might calm himself down before he did something stupid.
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 31, 2017 21:31:56 GMT -5
𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 aaah what should I do now??
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Feb 1, 2017 10:23:54 GMT -5
[ a great question! I don't know... it totally depends. I mean, somehow we need to get them to interact again despite their hatred for each other and Khyan's want to see her dead. the thing that stands out to me is her somehow showing off her knowledge where she's kept (a fight breaks out, rioting, etc and she either cleans it up or leads whatever side she's on) and Khyan decides to try again because he's just that desperate? again, though, I really don't know. ]
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Feb 1, 2017 10:56:38 GMT -5
oooo that sounds really good. i'll write my reply while i'm at school and post it when i get home
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Feb 1, 2017 11:23:09 GMT -5
[ alright! I'm headed out now and I'll be out for the rest of the night so I might not get to it until tomorrow, we'll see.]
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Feb 1, 2017 19:14:19 GMT -5
Kesi was, unfortunately, jailed after she spat at the pharaoh. It wasn't exactly unexpected but it certainly wasn't pleasant. All she had to sleep on was a pile of star with no blankets or coverings. It was a few days until she was allowed to work in the palace with the other enemies of the state. When she was finally allowed to meet and speak to the others, she made her way into their groups like a snake with a malicious plan already forming in her head. Another few days and tensions had formed between the factions of the royal captives. Small fights kept breaking out until the faction leaders decided that enough was enough. One of the factions ambushed another and a large riot was carried out, resulting the loss of quite a few expensive treasures and damage to the palace - and every single second of the turmoil had been methodically planned out by Kesi with no one the wiser. When the Pharaoh's Guard found out about it, they yet again dragged her to the receiving hall. "Yes, zawjat alqatil?" [ okay so zawjat alqatil means 'wife killer' in Arabic. I couldn't find an Ancient Egyptian translation for killer so I just used Arabic ]
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Feb 1, 2017 19:30:40 GMT -5
[ I can imagine finding anything that translates to ancient egyptian would be quite difficult. arabic should be just fine. it's like half one in the morning here, so this post (and any that follow) will not be of the greatest quality but I can't sleep so I'm posting them anyway. if I disappear, assume I've gone to sleep. ]
The last thing Khyan wanted to do after what had happened in the receiving hall was to see Kesi again. He wanted to know she was dead, move on and then never acknowledge her or her words again. But, earlier that day, he'd received word of the riot that had taken place - in his own home - and he hadn't had to think about who to blame. So, here he was, once again faced with a woman he despised. She didn't even wait for him to speak before she insulted him again, which only made the itch to kill her grow stronger. He couldn't, though. Not with his nation a hair's breadth away from war and not after he'd heard of what she'd done in mere days.
He ground his teeth, glaring down at her. After a moment, he looked away and to the many guards situated around the room, studying his surroundings. There were far more men here than there had been during her last visit, something he was sure she'd noticed. It wasn't because of her but because of the rioting, ever since the fighting had started the guard had doubled. His gaze fixated on one of them, and then, reluctantly, said, "Untie her." He really was desperate.
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Feb 4, 2017 13:48:08 GMT -5
One of Kesi's main goals in life was to prove that women were just as strong and intelligent as men, if not more, but she had always been different from other women. Where most were just compliant and subservient, she was loud and riotous. This was just another opportunity to do that, even if she was killed in the process. That had seemed to be a likely scenario up until the moment that she was freed from her bonds. With a sigh she rolled her shoulders to loosen them up, giving it a few long, disrespectful moments before she formally greeted Khyan.
"Pharaoh, great 'Ra', what is it that you want from me?" she hissed as she dropped to her knees and preformed an over-exaggerated prostration. "Do you want my service? My family? The little wealth that I have? Or perhaps my womanhood? Will you still me like father did with his wives?"
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Feb 4, 2017 14:02:38 GMT -5
Khyan's hand twitched, a subconscious effort to have her life ended. Wouldn't it be so satisfying to have her killed while she was lying stretched out on the floor of his throne room - even if it was nothing but mock respect, exaggerated to the point where it became obvious it was done to achieve the opposite result? He was sure, from the defiance she'd exhibited from the moment she set foot in the palace, that it would anger her, which would make it all the more fun. But he'd made up his mind, and changing it now wouldn't help anyone.
"I want nothing but death for you," he hissed. "But I want more than your blood from you, so, unfortunately, that will have to wait. I've made it quite clear that I want you to live up to the name you've made for yourself by helping me lead this country to a victory in the war we're heading into."
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Feb 4, 2017 14:36:31 GMT -5
Kesi barked out a rude laugh as she raised herself up to sit on her legs. Even though she was still sitting below the pharaoh it was obvious that she hadn't meant for it to show respect. It was farcical how ill-mannered she was being towards the most powerful man in the Egyptian empire, possibly even the world - but then again, that was her way. With a sigh she stood up, eyes still locked on Khyan.
"You seriously think that I will help you when you treat me like some demon?" she said in a low, grating voice. "I will never assist you, Pharaoh. Not so long as you treat the impecunious of Egypt as if we should not even exist. We are all children of Ra, if you have forgotten." Again Kesi showed contempt by scoffing and turning away from Pharaoh, away from the man who was supposedly the 'morning and evening star.' Instead of facing him, Kesi walked around the receiving hall and studied every treasure contained. Too many had been stolen from the conquered peoples of Egypt, from the infirm and the small.
"No, I will not help you. Not until you put right the transgressions that your father committed."
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Feb 4, 2017 15:50:52 GMT -5
Khyan ground his teeth but did not chastise her. The guards moved to do that for him but he raised a hand and they returned to their positions, confused but ever obedient. Still, they watched her carefully, ensuring that the treasures in the royal family's possession remained there, and in prime condition. It was clear not one soul in the room trusted the woman who dared turn her back to a god.
"You want me to undo my father's work?" he demanded, outraged at even the idea. "The man was Pharaoh of Egypt. I was his servant. I will not go against him, not even when he's in his grave." Now that he held his father's title, he could, technically, do as he wished, no matter what his father had done previously. Masa was no longer Pharaoh, he walked with Osiris now. But the disrespect was not something Khyan was willing to subject his late father to.
"You wish to protect the destitute? They'll be the first to die on the battlefield. Do you think the rich would be willing to lead the charge? Even if I did meet your demands, they won't get a chance to revel in it. Without someone capable leading them, they'll be dead in months."
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Feb 4, 2017 16:26:40 GMT -5
Kesi could see that she was irritating all the men in the room, particularly the pharaoh. For a woman with such gall, it wasn't a very onerous. As this was one of the simpler things in life to enjoy, she continued on her war path by parading around the open room. Warm summer air was being carried in on a breeze and it almost - almost - reminded Kesi of home.
But no, this was not home. This was a prison dressed in the finery of a peacock. It played the most crucial role in keeping the pharaoh in power and reminded his subjects and slaves of the authority he held over them. This was where freedom ended and eternal servitude began.
"If I remember correctly, Tiye was from a lower noble family - one that had minimal riches. So, Pharaoh, my question is: does your dead wife's previous station influence how heavily the dying lower class weigh on your soul?" she asked with a cocked head as she turned back around to face Khyan. Even though she was dressed in tattered rags, Kesi was the epitome of defiance. She could have been the goddess Sekhmet in human form, if it weren't for how impoverished she was. "Do you think Ma'at will take kindly to how you treat the people who have the least to offer you, yet still give you everything?"
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Feb 4, 2017 17:21:20 GMT -5
There it was again. The mention of his wife. This woman certainly enjoyed pushing buttons, didn't she? She must know that this was a subject she shouldn't be coming near, the guards were very telling, and his reaction last time hadn't exactly been subtle, either. He had to wonder if she knew when to stop or if she'd keep testing his patience until there was nothing left to test. Even desperate men had their limits, and he wasn't sure how far he was from his.
"You do not speak my wife's name," he said, his tone a brief glimpse into his grief. No use masking his pain now, not when he hadn't bothered before. "Say what you want of me or what I do, but never bring her into it. She has no part in your games." Had Tiye seen this, he didn't know whose side she'd have taken. She'd been a kind and compassionate woman, fond and proud of her people, but she'd always been mild mannered and polite. Unafraid to state her mind, but always doing so in a way that was constructive and not confronting. The opposite of his approach, and seemingly Kesi's, too.
"I cannot overturn an entire empire to accommodate the poor," he said, as a form of reply but mostly to keep her from staying on the subject. "Egypt did not rise by attending to its citizen's every need, but by prioritising the whole. I keep the empire running, and I find it difficult to feel shame for that." That wasn't to say he'd never felt it. Tiye had told stories that made him wish for change. He was not as far removed from the issue as most pharaohs, a result of his pick of wife. But Egypt operated on proceedings he couldn't just revoke, not if he wanted it - and, by extension, himself - to remain powerful.
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