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The High Priest And The Assassin
Title: The High Priest And The Assassin
Rating: NC-17
Genre(s): Yaoi, bondage, slight hints of D/s in later chapters
Pairing(s): Seth x Jono
Spoilers: None
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The room was dank, dark except for the little wispy light from the candle set on the stone slab, the fire still flickering and hanging onto life through sheer force of will. The air was cold carried the scent of raw meat just starting to go bad. A few rats would be seen just out of the line of light with unidentified objects in their mouths. Probably the meat, though where this meat had come from was not something to be questioned.
Two hooded figures were conversing close to the only source of light, one smiling cruelly, the other was nervous. “So do we have an agreement?”
“Well I… I…” the nervous man looked around, as if trying to find something that would save him, or at least distract the other man from wanting to hear his answer. There was nothing of course and he could only look back even more nervous than before.
The cruelly smiling man hummed softly, “Still not sure? There isn’t much to think about. And really, where is the harm? You know as well as I do the rumor that the pharaoh himself will be coming to your… market tomorrow afternoon. This rumor has been going around all week; it is no secret that he is in search of a new, special slave. All I ask is that you put my boy among your slaves, make sure that pharaoh takes a special interest in him. You assure that he purchases my boy and your debt to us will be considered clear. You can even keep the money you make in selling him all to yourself.”
The slaver couldn’t help but feel the greed rise in him, especially when he looked at the ‘boy’ again. He was fair-skinned, a rarity in itself, but he was a real beauty as well, long, lithe, with sun-kissed hair and golden eyes. Surely someone like that would catch the attention of the pharaoh all on his own, he wouldn’t have to do much convincing to sell the boy to the king. Add to that that his debts would be erased and that a fair-skinned slave would sell for great amounts of gold.
“I… very well… I will repay my debt to you by selling this buy to the pharaoh.” He knew that there had to be a reason why they wanted the pharaoh so badly to buy this golden boy, just looking at the cold, calculating emptiness in those golden eyes made him tremble, the only ‘flaw’ in the entire package, but it was none of his business. He could probably guess that whatever the reasons were, they weren’t very good ones. It didn’t matter. Once he sold the boy it was no longer is problem! And if they traced the slave back to him, he would speak the truth, that the boy was sold to him by an acquaintance and he couldn’t pass up the chance of selling a fair-skinned slave. The rest? Merely a coincidence.
“Good,” the grinning man looked even smugger than before, looking down at his well trained boy in the darkness of the room, smirking at the cold, even look he got in return, those golden eyes looking especially brilliant in the dankness of the room. This day had been years in coming and all too soon it would all come to fruition. The Pharaoh would be dead and his master would be free to call out the dark powers that the young king kept so tightly under his control.
And it was all because of this boy he had trained himself from a young age. His perfect, beautiful, deadly Jono. He knew that his boy would not let him down.
~
“Pharaoh, I don’t understand why you feel the need to come all the way out here yourself. Surely you could have simply sent someone to fetch a new slave for you?” Seth tried for the umpteenth time to try to convince his cousin to come back, though little good it did them now, seeing as they were mere yards away from the slaver’s market. It didn’t mean that Seth had to like it.
“I told you, cousin, no one can decide what I want in a slave better than I can. I’m not just looking for any ordinary slave.”
Seth gave him a look, “You realize you have your wives and your harem for that sort of thing.”
Atemu glared back at his cousin, starting to regret asking him to join him, though it looked a bit more like an amused pout, “That is not what I meant, either. Pull your mind out of the sewers, dear cousin. No, what I’m looking for is a… companion. I want someone to share my days with me, someone who can see past the pharaoh to the man inside.”
“Pharaoh!” Seth gasped, looking at his cousin in shock.
Atemu sighed softly, “I know what you’re going to say, Seth. Save your words. There is no garuntee that I will find what I am looking for here, today, or ever. Just let me have this, cousin. I have never asked for much and you know I have not. Please, you understand what this means to me, don’t you?’
After a long, thoughtful pause, the taller cousin nodded, smirking softly. “I know what it means. It means I spoil you.”
Atemu beamed, chuckling softly. “You do, but it’s alright. I am your pharaoh, after all. I must have all my indulgences met.”
Seth snorted softly, “Lucky for us, you don’t have that many of them.”
“Awww! Seth! That’s horrible, am I really so bad?” Atemu pouted at him again, but crimson eyes clearly held mischief in them.
Seth chuckled and shook his head, amazed that this childish acting man could really be the ruler of all, but he also knew that Atemu only acted this way with him. Why his cousin felt the need to buy a slave to see him as a man was beyond him. He was there and he saw his cousin as more than just the pharaoh, though he knew he shouldn’t. Still, he always did indulge his cousin in the end.
“You’re not that horrible at all, my pharaoh. But I am merely saying that if you were more spoiled it could be horrible. You are fine the way you are.”
“Good.” Atemu nodded firmly. “Now let’s get going before they decide to sell my slave to another before we get there!”
“As you command, my pharaoh,” Seth bowed his head as low as he could on his white steed, sharply contrasting the pharaoh’s black stallion. At a slow trot they made the rest of the way to the slaver’s market.
~
“My Pharaoh! An honor to be graced with your presence!” a pot-bellied, greasy haired man named Garai gushed as Atemu and Seth were escorted into the building. One could easily spot the pharaoh anywhere because he had such unique hair, hair that marked him as a child of the gods, of Ra himself, the colors of the sunset with streaks of brilliant gold that fanned up like a star.
Atemu acknowledged his greeting, looking around with a slight wrinkle of his nose. He hadn’t known what to expect coming to a slaver’s market, but it was obvious that the surroundings wasn’t too his taste. Garai seemed to grow nervous at the sight of his king’s displeasure, as would any intelligent man.
“My pharaoh, please!” the portly man prostrated himself as best as he could before the king, “Forgive for the poor state of my humble establishment, but I assure you that it in no way reflects on the quality of my merchandise!”
Seth looked around with cold disinterest and mild disgust as well, snorting softly at the sniveling man. “Well then where is this amazing merchandise of yours? You came highly recommended.”
Garai got back up to his feet, stumbling a little, bowing his head over and over again. “Of course! Of course, forgive me for wasting your time this long! It is this way, please follow me!” He quickly led the way down the hall and past a simple wooden door that creaked loudly when it was forced open.
The next room was lit by various candles, a long, narrow hall lined with cells on both sides. It was clean, but it smelled of sweat and once again the young pharaoh couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose in distaste, used to the many perfumes and incenses in the palace.
On the left cells were female slaves, some huddled in the corner of their cells, hiding their exposed breasts behind their crossed arms, others just couldn’t hold their gazes, and the last few glared back at them defiantly, not caring the least bit that they and their bodies were on display. There were young girls just barely budding into womanhood and a few more… experienced women.
On the other side were the males, some looking resigned, a few more scared, far many more defiant as well. They were all beautiful though.
“All of my slaves are highly trained,” Garai started off his sales pitch. “You will never find slaves more beautiful or more obedient than mine, no matter what your tastes, I can garuntee we have anything to suit you or anyone could have, your majesty.”
Atemu didn’t answer, hadn’t spoken once since they arrived, but Seth knew how to read his cousin well. He found many of these slaves appealing, but none were really what he was looking for. “His highness is looking for something very particular, special. What do you recommend?”
Garai’s dark eyes twinkled, smiling knowingly, “I think I know just what you mean, High Priest. I have just the one! A new beauty just recently added to my collection. A very rare find.” He led them further down the long hall until they reached one of the final cells. “I think you will be very pleased with this slave. Pale skin, sun kissed hair and golden eyes. A real beauty, and a very faithful servant.”
The boy in the cell was indeed a beauty, and Atemu’s eyes were instantly drawn to him. He had seen many foreigners before, and clearly this boy had to be one, but he had always thought they were strange looking before, pale skin red and blotchy from being under the sun, always drenched in sweat with long, pointed noses. This slave, he was different, tall yes, almost as tall as Seth, and his skin was milky, like the moon, but it held none of the red blotchiness that foreigners had, as if his skin had grown accustomed to their sun. His hair was as golden as if Ra himself had touched his head, he had never seen that color on anyone other than himself. And those eyes, they were exquisite, like molten gold. The boy looked up at him. Atemu smiled, this one was above the others.
Seth noticed his cousin’s interest and regarded the slave trader, “What is his name?”
“Jono!” Garai answered quickly, “His name is Jono. He was brought here to our lands as a child and his parents sold him into slavery. He is knew to my market, but he has had previous experience serving a master. His last master abused him, though and he was returned to me and my market this time. He is very loyal and obedient.”
Seth’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, looking more closely at the blond slave. There was… something odd about him. Something that called out to him, something he didn’t like. He was appealing yes, and looked much better cared for than the other slaves, which in itself was odd if he came from abuse. But the look in his eyes, so cold and distant… he supposed he could account that to the abuse he had supposedly suffered, but could a previously abused slave really be so loyal and obedient to just anyone? He foresaw a lot of retraining for this boy.
There was something else though. Something that sent chills down his spine. This boy… he was dangerous. Something about his eyes, his very presence, there was some hidden mal-intent, as if he had the very soul of a killer. He could sense it. And by the way the blond was now looking back at him; he knew the fair-skinned slave knew he was someone not to take lightly either.
Atemu was about to ask his cousin’s opinion on the slave named Jono when he noticed that his cousin’s intense blue eyes were focused on the slave. And not only that, the slave was looking directly back at him, almost as if they were sizing each other up. He had never seen his cousin look so… intensely at anyone. His eyes… were so frighteningly deep it looked like he was trying to bore into the slave’s very soul It was surprising, and a little amusing! Could it be that his cold as night cousin felt desire for this golden slave? He wasn’t even sure if his cousin was attracted to those of the same sex, he had never shown an interest… but then again he showed just as much interest in women. None.
But that brought up a problem, didn’t it? He didn’t want to have a slave that his cousin would covet. He knew he could always find a slave for himself later, it was a rare occurrence for his High Priest to show interest in anything or anyone! He cleared his throat, catching his cousin’s attention. He smirked a bit that the man who could usually tell his wants and moods just by the way he breathed had been so distracted that he had to clear his throat to regain his attention. He motioned that he come speak to him.
Seth nodded, “May we have a moment alone, the pharaoh and I?” He knew that Atemu would not want to speak in front of this man.
Garai looked surprised, but nodded, “Yes of course. Please excuse me.” He left down the hall and left the room.
“So what do you think, cousin dear? He’s beautiful, strong looking, a real rare gem. I think he would make a wonderful addition to my palace.”
It was just as Seth had feared; Atemu really did seem taken in with the slave already. He’d have to put his foot down. “My pharaoh, I… I do not think this is a good idea… I sense… something, some ill-will against you if you were to purchase this slave.”
Atemu almost snorted. Ill-will… perhaps Seth’s ill-will from his jealousy should he see him and the golden slave together. His cousin was being so obvious. “Do you really think so, cousin? I think that a golden slave like Jono would suit me very well. And he’s very appealing to the eyes as well. I am not seeking a bed slave, but just having a beauty by your side to look at is a welcome change.”
Seth shook his head firmly, sparing a hard, intense look at the slave in question, then turned his attention back to the pharaoh just as quickly, “I am sure, my pharaoh. This slave… He doesn’t suit you at all.”
It was all he could do to keep from laughing. He doesn’t suit me at all because you want him to suit you. Well… his cousin asked for something even more rarely than he did, so he was sure that a gift was in order at this point. “Very well, I trust your judgments better than anyone else’s Seth.”
The high priest almost sighed in relief, glad to have avoided unneeded troubles. He bowed his head low. “Thank you, my pharaoh.” He called the trader back in. “Forgive our selfishness.
“Oh! N-no, not at all, High Priest! There is nothing to forgive at all! Have you come to some sort of decision?”
Before Seth could answer, Atemu beat him to it, “Yes we have. The golden boy will be a personal slave for my High Priest, Seth.” When shocked blue eyes met his crimson gaze he only smirked.
“For the High Priest?” Garai was shocked. The rumors were that the pharaoh was looking for a new slave for himself after all. Would his debt still be paid if the slave boy was sold to the pharaoh’s high priest, instead? He didn’t want to find out, “My Pharaoh, I… surely he would be a much more suiting slave to you?”
The young king shook his head, looking a tad annoyed, “No, I have decided that he shall belong to my High Priest.”
“But… your majesty,” Garai flinched when eyes of blood red narrowed at him angrily.
“Is there a reason why you think my High Priest does not deserve such a fine slave? Are you questioning my choices?”
Garai backpedaled as fast as he could, “My Pharaoh! I would never! H-he would make an excellent slave to the High Priest!”
“Good.” The young king turned away from him. This time it was his cousin who protested, although quietly.
“Your majesty, what do you think you are doing? I thought we agreed that purchasing this slave would be troublesome. I do not need a slave.” Seth hissed softly under his breath.
“Nonsense,” his cousin waved him off, “You have no personal servants of your own. I do not mind you using my servants to see to your needs, but you need an attendant of your own, cousin.”
“Atemu…” Seth’s voice was quieter, but the pharaoh knew that when the high priest was giving warning. He ignored it.
“It is a gift, Seth. He is my gift to you.”
Seth’s throat worked, but his lips were sealed tightly in a thin line. A gift from the pharaoh, no one would be fool enough to decline such an honor, and he was no fool. After a few moments of calming himself, he bowed his head in defeat. “Thank you, My Pharaoh.”
“Good, Trader, get him out, we will take him back immediately!”
There was no arguing with the Pharaoh.
~
Jono had never been in a place of such luxury in his life. That was his first thought as he was led into the palace. He had never even been within viewing distance of the palace before, forget being within it’s walls. And he’d be living within these walls from now on.
That didn’t matter. He had been trained his whole life for a single purpose. That purpose was before his eyes now. The pharaoh was easy to identify. He had a star head. No one could simply fake something like that. Not the colors anyways. Pharaoh Atemu was right before him. His whole life had led to this and after this was done he’d be able to taste freedom like he hadn’t since he was too young to remember.
But… one thing stood between him and his chance at freedom. Literally. Things had not gone according to plan. Cold, golden eyes stared defiantly at his new master. This hadn’t been the plan at all! He was supposed to be the Pharaoh’s slave. Kill him in his sleep, easy in and out. But now he was the High Priest’s slave and the tall, regal brunette was looking at him with such distrust in his eyes. His freedom was so close to him, but he felt like it had never been further away.
Did he suspect? No, that could be it! He hadn’t done anything yet. But those fiery blue eyes were bearing into him, making him feel like the fires of the underworld were licking at his very soul. To get to his freedom he had to get past the high priest to the pharaoh. But how could he do that? He wasn’t just another slave in the palace; he was now Priest Seth’s personal slave. He had nothing to do with the pharaoh now and it would only be suspicious if he tried to be by his side, wouldn’t it?
How could he get close to the star head? Maybe… it would take longer, but if he proved himself to be a good slave to the priest he would send him to run errands for him to the pharaoh? It was a long shot, but it was the best chance he had! Or better still, the two looked close, perhaps even to the point of lovers. If the pharaoh ever came for a tryst he could wait for a moment… a moment when he was alone. The job would be quick and then he could run before anyone could even realize anything was wrong.
Or even still… gain the priest’s trust enough to let his guard down… Kill him then the pharaoh… no! If he killed the priest he’d never be let near the pharaoh… a drug! Yes, he’d drug him at night and then kill the pharaoh in his sleep. No… none of these ideas were good enough! But he wasn’t about to just give up into being a slave for noble brats. He’d find his way in and not turn back.
Even if he was found out, he doubted that anyone could master weaponry and battle as well as he had. He hadn’t met his match yet.
He’d bide his time, his first taste of freedom would be all the sweeter.
Fiery blue eyes glared into icy gold. There was definitely something wrong with this slave. Seth couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but he would be on his guard. He wouldn’t let everything he knew fall apart to some scrawny little slave. Whatever he had planned, he would be ready.
~
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Rating: NC-17
Genre(s): Yaoi, bondage, slight hints of D/s in later chapters
Pairing(s): Seth x Jono
Spoilers: None
~
The room was dank, dark except for the little wispy light from the candle set on the stone slab, the fire still flickering and hanging onto life through sheer force of will. The air was cold carried the scent of raw meat just starting to go bad. A few rats would be seen just out of the line of light with unidentified objects in their mouths. Probably the meat, though where this meat had come from was not something to be questioned.
Two hooded figures were conversing close to the only source of light, one smiling cruelly, the other was nervous. “So do we have an agreement?”
“Well I… I…” the nervous man looked around, as if trying to find something that would save him, or at least distract the other man from wanting to hear his answer. There was nothing of course and he could only look back even more nervous than before.
The cruelly smiling man hummed softly, “Still not sure? There isn’t much to think about. And really, where is the harm? You know as well as I do the rumor that the pharaoh himself will be coming to your… market tomorrow afternoon. This rumor has been going around all week; it is no secret that he is in search of a new, special slave. All I ask is that you put my boy among your slaves, make sure that pharaoh takes a special interest in him. You assure that he purchases my boy and your debt to us will be considered clear. You can even keep the money you make in selling him all to yourself.”
The slaver couldn’t help but feel the greed rise in him, especially when he looked at the ‘boy’ again. He was fair-skinned, a rarity in itself, but he was a real beauty as well, long, lithe, with sun-kissed hair and golden eyes. Surely someone like that would catch the attention of the pharaoh all on his own, he wouldn’t have to do much convincing to sell the boy to the king. Add to that that his debts would be erased and that a fair-skinned slave would sell for great amounts of gold.
“I… very well… I will repay my debt to you by selling this buy to the pharaoh.” He knew that there had to be a reason why they wanted the pharaoh so badly to buy this golden boy, just looking at the cold, calculating emptiness in those golden eyes made him tremble, the only ‘flaw’ in the entire package, but it was none of his business. He could probably guess that whatever the reasons were, they weren’t very good ones. It didn’t matter. Once he sold the boy it was no longer is problem! And if they traced the slave back to him, he would speak the truth, that the boy was sold to him by an acquaintance and he couldn’t pass up the chance of selling a fair-skinned slave. The rest? Merely a coincidence.
“Good,” the grinning man looked even smugger than before, looking down at his well trained boy in the darkness of the room, smirking at the cold, even look he got in return, those golden eyes looking especially brilliant in the dankness of the room. This day had been years in coming and all too soon it would all come to fruition. The Pharaoh would be dead and his master would be free to call out the dark powers that the young king kept so tightly under his control.
And it was all because of this boy he had trained himself from a young age. His perfect, beautiful, deadly Jono. He knew that his boy would not let him down.
~
“Pharaoh, I don’t understand why you feel the need to come all the way out here yourself. Surely you could have simply sent someone to fetch a new slave for you?” Seth tried for the umpteenth time to try to convince his cousin to come back, though little good it did them now, seeing as they were mere yards away from the slaver’s market. It didn’t mean that Seth had to like it.
“I told you, cousin, no one can decide what I want in a slave better than I can. I’m not just looking for any ordinary slave.”
Seth gave him a look, “You realize you have your wives and your harem for that sort of thing.”
Atemu glared back at his cousin, starting to regret asking him to join him, though it looked a bit more like an amused pout, “That is not what I meant, either. Pull your mind out of the sewers, dear cousin. No, what I’m looking for is a… companion. I want someone to share my days with me, someone who can see past the pharaoh to the man inside.”
“Pharaoh!” Seth gasped, looking at his cousin in shock.
Atemu sighed softly, “I know what you’re going to say, Seth. Save your words. There is no garuntee that I will find what I am looking for here, today, or ever. Just let me have this, cousin. I have never asked for much and you know I have not. Please, you understand what this means to me, don’t you?’
After a long, thoughtful pause, the taller cousin nodded, smirking softly. “I know what it means. It means I spoil you.”
Atemu beamed, chuckling softly. “You do, but it’s alright. I am your pharaoh, after all. I must have all my indulgences met.”
Seth snorted softly, “Lucky for us, you don’t have that many of them.”
“Awww! Seth! That’s horrible, am I really so bad?” Atemu pouted at him again, but crimson eyes clearly held mischief in them.
Seth chuckled and shook his head, amazed that this childish acting man could really be the ruler of all, but he also knew that Atemu only acted this way with him. Why his cousin felt the need to buy a slave to see him as a man was beyond him. He was there and he saw his cousin as more than just the pharaoh, though he knew he shouldn’t. Still, he always did indulge his cousin in the end.
“You’re not that horrible at all, my pharaoh. But I am merely saying that if you were more spoiled it could be horrible. You are fine the way you are.”
“Good.” Atemu nodded firmly. “Now let’s get going before they decide to sell my slave to another before we get there!”
“As you command, my pharaoh,” Seth bowed his head as low as he could on his white steed, sharply contrasting the pharaoh’s black stallion. At a slow trot they made the rest of the way to the slaver’s market.
~
“My Pharaoh! An honor to be graced with your presence!” a pot-bellied, greasy haired man named Garai gushed as Atemu and Seth were escorted into the building. One could easily spot the pharaoh anywhere because he had such unique hair, hair that marked him as a child of the gods, of Ra himself, the colors of the sunset with streaks of brilliant gold that fanned up like a star.
Atemu acknowledged his greeting, looking around with a slight wrinkle of his nose. He hadn’t known what to expect coming to a slaver’s market, but it was obvious that the surroundings wasn’t too his taste. Garai seemed to grow nervous at the sight of his king’s displeasure, as would any intelligent man.
“My pharaoh, please!” the portly man prostrated himself as best as he could before the king, “Forgive for the poor state of my humble establishment, but I assure you that it in no way reflects on the quality of my merchandise!”
Seth looked around with cold disinterest and mild disgust as well, snorting softly at the sniveling man. “Well then where is this amazing merchandise of yours? You came highly recommended.”
Garai got back up to his feet, stumbling a little, bowing his head over and over again. “Of course! Of course, forgive me for wasting your time this long! It is this way, please follow me!” He quickly led the way down the hall and past a simple wooden door that creaked loudly when it was forced open.
The next room was lit by various candles, a long, narrow hall lined with cells on both sides. It was clean, but it smelled of sweat and once again the young pharaoh couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose in distaste, used to the many perfumes and incenses in the palace.
On the left cells were female slaves, some huddled in the corner of their cells, hiding their exposed breasts behind their crossed arms, others just couldn’t hold their gazes, and the last few glared back at them defiantly, not caring the least bit that they and their bodies were on display. There were young girls just barely budding into womanhood and a few more… experienced women.
On the other side were the males, some looking resigned, a few more scared, far many more defiant as well. They were all beautiful though.
“All of my slaves are highly trained,” Garai started off his sales pitch. “You will never find slaves more beautiful or more obedient than mine, no matter what your tastes, I can garuntee we have anything to suit you or anyone could have, your majesty.”
Atemu didn’t answer, hadn’t spoken once since they arrived, but Seth knew how to read his cousin well. He found many of these slaves appealing, but none were really what he was looking for. “His highness is looking for something very particular, special. What do you recommend?”
Garai’s dark eyes twinkled, smiling knowingly, “I think I know just what you mean, High Priest. I have just the one! A new beauty just recently added to my collection. A very rare find.” He led them further down the long hall until they reached one of the final cells. “I think you will be very pleased with this slave. Pale skin, sun kissed hair and golden eyes. A real beauty, and a very faithful servant.”
The boy in the cell was indeed a beauty, and Atemu’s eyes were instantly drawn to him. He had seen many foreigners before, and clearly this boy had to be one, but he had always thought they were strange looking before, pale skin red and blotchy from being under the sun, always drenched in sweat with long, pointed noses. This slave, he was different, tall yes, almost as tall as Seth, and his skin was milky, like the moon, but it held none of the red blotchiness that foreigners had, as if his skin had grown accustomed to their sun. His hair was as golden as if Ra himself had touched his head, he had never seen that color on anyone other than himself. And those eyes, they were exquisite, like molten gold. The boy looked up at him. Atemu smiled, this one was above the others.
Seth noticed his cousin’s interest and regarded the slave trader, “What is his name?”
“Jono!” Garai answered quickly, “His name is Jono. He was brought here to our lands as a child and his parents sold him into slavery. He is knew to my market, but he has had previous experience serving a master. His last master abused him, though and he was returned to me and my market this time. He is very loyal and obedient.”
Seth’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, looking more closely at the blond slave. There was… something odd about him. Something that called out to him, something he didn’t like. He was appealing yes, and looked much better cared for than the other slaves, which in itself was odd if he came from abuse. But the look in his eyes, so cold and distant… he supposed he could account that to the abuse he had supposedly suffered, but could a previously abused slave really be so loyal and obedient to just anyone? He foresaw a lot of retraining for this boy.
There was something else though. Something that sent chills down his spine. This boy… he was dangerous. Something about his eyes, his very presence, there was some hidden mal-intent, as if he had the very soul of a killer. He could sense it. And by the way the blond was now looking back at him; he knew the fair-skinned slave knew he was someone not to take lightly either.
Atemu was about to ask his cousin’s opinion on the slave named Jono when he noticed that his cousin’s intense blue eyes were focused on the slave. And not only that, the slave was looking directly back at him, almost as if they were sizing each other up. He had never seen his cousin look so… intensely at anyone. His eyes… were so frighteningly deep it looked like he was trying to bore into the slave’s very soul It was surprising, and a little amusing! Could it be that his cold as night cousin felt desire for this golden slave? He wasn’t even sure if his cousin was attracted to those of the same sex, he had never shown an interest… but then again he showed just as much interest in women. None.
But that brought up a problem, didn’t it? He didn’t want to have a slave that his cousin would covet. He knew he could always find a slave for himself later, it was a rare occurrence for his High Priest to show interest in anything or anyone! He cleared his throat, catching his cousin’s attention. He smirked a bit that the man who could usually tell his wants and moods just by the way he breathed had been so distracted that he had to clear his throat to regain his attention. He motioned that he come speak to him.
Seth nodded, “May we have a moment alone, the pharaoh and I?” He knew that Atemu would not want to speak in front of this man.
Garai looked surprised, but nodded, “Yes of course. Please excuse me.” He left down the hall and left the room.
“So what do you think, cousin dear? He’s beautiful, strong looking, a real rare gem. I think he would make a wonderful addition to my palace.”
It was just as Seth had feared; Atemu really did seem taken in with the slave already. He’d have to put his foot down. “My pharaoh, I… I do not think this is a good idea… I sense… something, some ill-will against you if you were to purchase this slave.”
Atemu almost snorted. Ill-will… perhaps Seth’s ill-will from his jealousy should he see him and the golden slave together. His cousin was being so obvious. “Do you really think so, cousin? I think that a golden slave like Jono would suit me very well. And he’s very appealing to the eyes as well. I am not seeking a bed slave, but just having a beauty by your side to look at is a welcome change.”
Seth shook his head firmly, sparing a hard, intense look at the slave in question, then turned his attention back to the pharaoh just as quickly, “I am sure, my pharaoh. This slave… He doesn’t suit you at all.”
It was all he could do to keep from laughing. He doesn’t suit me at all because you want him to suit you. Well… his cousin asked for something even more rarely than he did, so he was sure that a gift was in order at this point. “Very well, I trust your judgments better than anyone else’s Seth.”
The high priest almost sighed in relief, glad to have avoided unneeded troubles. He bowed his head low. “Thank you, my pharaoh.” He called the trader back in. “Forgive our selfishness.
“Oh! N-no, not at all, High Priest! There is nothing to forgive at all! Have you come to some sort of decision?”
Before Seth could answer, Atemu beat him to it, “Yes we have. The golden boy will be a personal slave for my High Priest, Seth.” When shocked blue eyes met his crimson gaze he only smirked.
“For the High Priest?” Garai was shocked. The rumors were that the pharaoh was looking for a new slave for himself after all. Would his debt still be paid if the slave boy was sold to the pharaoh’s high priest, instead? He didn’t want to find out, “My Pharaoh, I… surely he would be a much more suiting slave to you?”
The young king shook his head, looking a tad annoyed, “No, I have decided that he shall belong to my High Priest.”
“But… your majesty,” Garai flinched when eyes of blood red narrowed at him angrily.
“Is there a reason why you think my High Priest does not deserve such a fine slave? Are you questioning my choices?”
Garai backpedaled as fast as he could, “My Pharaoh! I would never! H-he would make an excellent slave to the High Priest!”
“Good.” The young king turned away from him. This time it was his cousin who protested, although quietly.
“Your majesty, what do you think you are doing? I thought we agreed that purchasing this slave would be troublesome. I do not need a slave.” Seth hissed softly under his breath.
“Nonsense,” his cousin waved him off, “You have no personal servants of your own. I do not mind you using my servants to see to your needs, but you need an attendant of your own, cousin.”
“Atemu…” Seth’s voice was quieter, but the pharaoh knew that when the high priest was giving warning. He ignored it.
“It is a gift, Seth. He is my gift to you.”
Seth’s throat worked, but his lips were sealed tightly in a thin line. A gift from the pharaoh, no one would be fool enough to decline such an honor, and he was no fool. After a few moments of calming himself, he bowed his head in defeat. “Thank you, My Pharaoh.”
“Good, Trader, get him out, we will take him back immediately!”
There was no arguing with the Pharaoh.
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Jono had never been in a place of such luxury in his life. That was his first thought as he was led into the palace. He had never even been within viewing distance of the palace before, forget being within it’s walls. And he’d be living within these walls from now on.
That didn’t matter. He had been trained his whole life for a single purpose. That purpose was before his eyes now. The pharaoh was easy to identify. He had a star head. No one could simply fake something like that. Not the colors anyways. Pharaoh Atemu was right before him. His whole life had led to this and after this was done he’d be able to taste freedom like he hadn’t since he was too young to remember.
But… one thing stood between him and his chance at freedom. Literally. Things had not gone according to plan. Cold, golden eyes stared defiantly at his new master. This hadn’t been the plan at all! He was supposed to be the Pharaoh’s slave. Kill him in his sleep, easy in and out. But now he was the High Priest’s slave and the tall, regal brunette was looking at him with such distrust in his eyes. His freedom was so close to him, but he felt like it had never been further away.
Did he suspect? No, that could be it! He hadn’t done anything yet. But those fiery blue eyes were bearing into him, making him feel like the fires of the underworld were licking at his very soul. To get to his freedom he had to get past the high priest to the pharaoh. But how could he do that? He wasn’t just another slave in the palace; he was now Priest Seth’s personal slave. He had nothing to do with the pharaoh now and it would only be suspicious if he tried to be by his side, wouldn’t it?
How could he get close to the star head? Maybe… it would take longer, but if he proved himself to be a good slave to the priest he would send him to run errands for him to the pharaoh? It was a long shot, but it was the best chance he had! Or better still, the two looked close, perhaps even to the point of lovers. If the pharaoh ever came for a tryst he could wait for a moment… a moment when he was alone. The job would be quick and then he could run before anyone could even realize anything was wrong.
Or even still… gain the priest’s trust enough to let his guard down… Kill him then the pharaoh… no! If he killed the priest he’d never be let near the pharaoh… a drug! Yes, he’d drug him at night and then kill the pharaoh in his sleep. No… none of these ideas were good enough! But he wasn’t about to just give up into being a slave for noble brats. He’d find his way in and not turn back.
Even if he was found out, he doubted that anyone could master weaponry and battle as well as he had. He hadn’t met his match yet.
He’d bide his time, his first taste of freedom would be all the sweeter.
Fiery blue eyes glared into icy gold. There was definitely something wrong with this slave. Seth couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but he would be on his guard. He wouldn’t let everything he knew fall apart to some scrawny little slave. Whatever he had planned, he would be ready.
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