✫ 𝐵𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓊𝒹, 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓉 𝓊𝓅𝑜𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒶 𝓅𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝑒𝓃𝓋𝒾𝓇𝑜𝓃𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉. Qualified individuals fall under the minority in this festering town of plebeians. Nitocris is ancient to boost; a conservative among young turks. Old habits die hard for her type. Resiliency settles like rock sediment at the foundation of her mannerisms toward those that are not divine; for they are not blessed enough. “My placement here was decided two weeks ago, and I have been by myself since then. I am offended that they dared capture the likes of us for their experiment, but simultaneously, I find relief in knowing that we are no longer bound to magi as Servants.” Sigh. Shoulders slack just a hair’s width to signify her developing comfort. “Honestly, the place that they have transported me to – I feel as if it is deliberate.”
Egypt was an independent kingdom when she thrived. For Pharaoh Cleopatra, however, outsiders had intercepted the lands and erected cultural sectors. Pharaoh Iskandar, Emperor Caesar ( he who was betrothed to Cleopatra herself! ) – their achievements touched the motherland and resounded as triumphs! Yet, yet… “Pharaoh, I–” Ah, that beautiful face brings her such sweet sorrow. Could those archives truly be accurate? If so, she musn’t regurgitate tragedy. “Forgive me, it’s nothing. Come! We have reunited, so let us indulge in this activity they call shopping. Will you teach me the fashion of this day and age? My current garb is… ill-fit for societal eyes.”
“Offended, indeed.” Her lips curl to a frown: enraged enough was her initial reaction to find that she’d been captured by humans who pretend to play the roles meant for the Gods, but upon the realization that she was not alone as a victim- that other descendants of the sun were roped and nabbed in the same crude manner- well, her blood boiled. It’s only when she hears her heartbeat in her ears that Cleopatra notices the anger welling. It’s unbefitting to be so riled in such esteemed company. Best save it for another time, another face. “However, I hadn’t thought of it in such a way, I very much admire your outlook. Yes, Masters are here, but not that they have much control. Where have they sent you to?”
“Yes?” Words falter, and much like the other Pharaohs before her, she’s quick to catch the small lilts in tone or hesitation in voices to notice unease of subjects, an almost unspoken requirement to be leader of such a great empire. A polite smile settles on her features, though when Nitocris pushes past it, she makes no effort to pry. It simply isn’t her place.
She’s caught off guard, brows knit in silent laughter and she lurches forward allowing a giggle or two to surface. Really, her predecessors never failed to surprise her. “I find it beautiful that you allow to show what this city is little deserving to see, not ill-fit as you say. But if you so please, I will be more than happy to accompany you.”
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