"What shall we do about swearing fealty to those traitors?" I asked Cleopatra as we strolled the courtyard with her younger sister.
"I do not know, I will write to my father and pray to the Gods for guidance." Cleopatra said.
I nodded in agreement.
I got a pit in my stomach, my palms grew damp with sweat.
"Dear Ife, what is wrong?" Cleopatra said grabbing me.
"Just nervous about....everything." I said quietly.
Arisone laughed, "Aren't we all?"
I smiled weakly.
"I must go and rest" I said.
They nodded and bowed as I did to them. I hurried to my chambers and threw up on the rug.
"My lady!" Badra said.
"Ugh" I moaned.
"Let's get you cleaned up" Badra said leading me to the bucket full of water.
Badra washed my face and repainted my makeup on.
"Where's Neva?" I asked.
"I think she's in the gardens" Badra said putting eyeliner on my eyelids.
"Oh" I said.
"Why? Would you like me to get her?" Badra asked.
"Oh no, I was just wondering" I said lying down on the bed.
"Oh and Badra?" I said.
"Yes my lady?"
"I wish to be dressed in my plainest dress for tonight"
"Yes my lady"
I needed to look as humble as possible if I were to survive tonight.
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The Pharaoh's Whore
Historical FictionMistresses of rulers are often overlooked, even ridiculed for seemingly only providing their body to their lover, but a mistress can persuade her King with more than just her body, her words can also persuade him into doing her will. Ife, a young...
