76. Small Sacrifices

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Last chapter…

Persephone and Khafre stood at the edge of a cliff and had a scenic exposition chat that (sadly) did not involve the (apparently) much coveted fairy sibling boom boom action, but we found out that Something Big & Mysterious may be at large in the world messing with all the destiny and stuff.

Persephone did not like.

Later ‘Celina’ went from grey to hey!  With the addition of the Spud-loving Oliver into her (dream) life; either that’s one awesome kid, or Something Fishy is going on there (it’s totally both).

Onward!

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Sabit

“She cannot be allowed to live, do you understand?”

“Your Radiance, the king has been using his tincture faithfully for many years now, without a single incident,” Sabit kept her tone calm and conversational, “it is almost certain the child was fathered by another man–”

“I don’t give a donkey’s arsehole who the child’s father is!”  Snapped the queen, “do you think anyone will say the brat isn’t Kon’s?  No!  They will call it a miracle and do cartwheels in the streets!”

“Where is the harm in it?  If the child is not his Majesty’s get, there is no chance for it to be born Marked, and therefore, there is no threat to you–”

“Any child not born of my body is a threat to me!  How can you be such a fool, Sabit?”  Marketa hissed, “they cannot be, even for one moment, allowed to think he can impregnate another woman; have your wits deserted you?”

“Of course not, my queen, I only–”

“The very fact that this has remained hidden from us for so long is indication enough that someone suspects something is amiss!”  She raged, “how far along is the little whore?  Where is she being kept?”

“She is nearly term, Your Radiance,” admitted the mystic, “and being kept in a garden cell; his Majesty’s sorcerer is her keeper, with only one maid to tend to her meals and upkeep–”

“Loyal to that charlatan, I have no doubt!  It was clever of him to hide her, I do wonder who else knows, however, surely at least one guardsman…who took her into custody?”

“My source has it that one of the guardsmen apprehended her some months ago, and that he and one other have been watching over her,” Sabit could tell there would be no convincing the queen to spare the young woman and her ill-begotten babe.

“You will see to this nuisance at once, Sabit, is that clear?”

“Yes, my queen–”

“And know that I am most displeased that you allowed this to slip your notice; my interests are supposed to be your primary concern!”

“I will see to it this never happens again, Radiance; I will be ruthlessly vigilant, going forward–”

“See that you are!”

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Kebechet

Some weeks after her garden-chat with Hatshepsut, Kebechet found herself traipsing through the trees towards the settlement expansion; she had ruminated on the younger woman’s advice, and finally settled to seek Anubis out, if for no other reason than to prove her sister wrong.

Kebechet knew herself to be cleverer than any man, and with the right sort of subtle probing, she was certain to uncover his level of tractability.

It was inconvenient that Pili had settled the troublemaker so far away, for now he was rarely seen at Queen’s Rise.  This had been a welcome change at first, but Kebechet could not help but wonder if it had been on purpose, to separate them; that Raet would conspire against her in such a fashion was insulting.

The area was quiet when she arrived, was he out in the jungle?  Perhaps he was sleeping in the shade somewhere; she would not put it past the fiend to be shirking his duties.

“Oh!”

“Highness,” she was too stunned to appreciate his short lived surprise, “did you miss me?”

Always prepared with a mouthful of sass!  You would think he would feel at a disadvantage, completely vulnerable as he was, but was it not so typical of Anubis to think more of himself than he ought to?

“I did not!”  She snapped, “where is your clothing?”

“The more pressing question is, why are you all the way out here on your own?  Does Pili know his precious little princess has wandered off?”

“I am not a child, I go where I please!”

“And what if it had pleased you to wander into the jaws of a jungle cat?”  He smirked, “well, I suppose no harm done; we do have a second princess, and one in possession of greater sense–”

“Mind your tongue!”  Kebechet felt her fury rising, as it was wont to do in the fiend’s presence, “I am your future queen; you will speak to me with respect!”

Anubis sighed dramatically, “I suppose I should take you by the ear and haul you back home, or Pili will have my hide.”

“Don’t you dare touch me!”  She heard herself snarl, “and to think I came here to make you an offer of peace!  You do not deserve me–”

“I do not deserve you?”  The second moment of catching him off guard that she was too incensed to enjoy properly, “what–”

“Never mind!”  An edge of humiliation began to seep in under her anger, “it was stupid idea anyhow!  Hattie is dumb and her ideas are also–dumb!”

“Well, then, I suppose if you will not tell me, Hattie will; shall I ask her in in front of Horus?  I am certain he would enjoy whatever it is she put you up to–”

“No!  I forbid it!”  A little fissure of panic arced up her spine, “just never mind!  I will find my own way back; stay where you are, I command it!”

Kebechet turned and fled from the nasty, naked, young man; this had been a mistake!  She should have known better than to listen to Hatshepsut!  The girl probably did this on purpose, to humiliate her–

“Sorry, Highness, but I cannot allow you to go storming off into the jungle on your own–”

“You will release me at once!”  She tugged fruitlessly against his grip; why had the Goddess allowed men to be stronger?  It was not fair!

“You are such a brat; are you crying?”  His voice dripped with disdain, “I am not going to hurt you, you fool.”

Is that what he thought?  “I am not afraid of you!”  She snarled, through the sniffles, “I am not afraid of any man–”

“Yet further evidence of your foolishness, Highness; there are men in the world who will hurt you, in this very jungle, in fact,” he scolded her, “the slavers wander where they please, hoping to chance upon simple minded little princesses who wander too far from their mother’s skirts–”

“Why are you so mean?!”  She demanded, feeling a fresh wave of tears slip down her cheeks.

“I am not mean, Kebechet,” the smirk disappeared from his face, “I am sensible, and you are fortunate that I am here to be sensible on your behalf.”

“I hate you,” she hissed at him; he’d better hope Raet sent him to the temple before stepping down as queen, for Kebechet would order him to be flogged daily–

“What did Hattie put you up to?”  He asked, “if you stop being silly and tell me, I’ll let you walk back to the rise with some dignity; otherwise I’ll throw you over my shoulder like a sack, and drop you on your arse at Pili’s feet.”

“You would not dare–!”

The world upended itself as Kebechet was scooped up and hefted over one of the beast’s shoulders; apparently he would dare.

“Fine!”  She wailed; it was not in her nature to capitulate, but the idea of being marched home like a trussed up pig, and forced to admit her errand in front of the rest of the family…maybe if he knew, he would not make her tell?  Surely it would embarrass him also!

“Well?”

“It is so very dumb, but, Hattie said if I offered myself to you, that you would be nicer to me,” there, the thing was said; she felt her cheeks begin to burn, and could not bring herself to meet his gaze.

However, after a few heartbeats of stillness, Kebechet sneaked a glance at his face; his expression was incredibly disconcerting, and she felt herself compelled to fill the silence.

“She said I should appeal to your baser urges, or…some nonsense!”

“You…came here to fuck me?”

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Deshret

“Hello, girl.”

Even through the sticky heat of the midday sun, Deshret felt a chill crawl over her skin.

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Footnotes:

Poor Anubis, just minding your own business, bathing in a stream like a beautiful, bronzed statue, and BAM: propositioned by your arch nemesis.  Woa.

Also woa for poor Deshret; super hard to climb stone walls to escape potential murderers while massively preggo!

I’m sure it will all be fine though and everyone will go out for craft beers and lulz later on! XD

HAPPY SIMMING!!