"The Egyptian Princess Who Told the Knight So"

Chapter One: 'A Wish for a Happy Un-Birthday'

-Part one-

If I were so blessed to destroy the one thing I hated the most, it would be my birthday. That's right! Not war or world hunger, my birthday. Each and every year, my father Pharaoh Esidion, would choose for me one gift; A gift of constant protection. He would choose for me a servant-warrior whom fought well in combat. One of which my father was sure no one could defeat had my life been threatened for any reason. Yes, I know you are all thinking, what a spoiled and ungrateful little princess. Well, one might be right about that; I am an only child of a pharaoh after all. But, had you experienced the hard ships I have, you would know why I wish to banish my birthday, of all things.

I believe it was my tenth birthday when I was presented with a gift unlike anything I had ever received before. The years before that, father would constantly rave about my budding beauty. My hair was soft and long and was the color of a moonless night. My skin was blessed by the Sun, my lips were the color of pink roses and my eyes were the color of light that reflected from a glistening sea. When my father caught one of the servant boys staring at me lustfully as I walked passed, father banished him. It was then my father, Pharaoh Esidion realized that I would need a protector. So on my tenth birthday I was given a gift of a man. A large man who would protect me as well as serve my every need, or so I thought.

Constantly, the servant-warrior looked after me like a dog at my heels for two years. There was not a stone that I stepped on in the Pharaohs kingdom, which the servant did not know about. It became annoying as I grew and more embarrassing, for at the young age of twelve, my body had already begun to blossom. The servant was even ordered to watch me bathe, for my father feared I would drown in the tub…ridiculous.

As time passed, my warrior-servant had secretly taken up the habit of the two W's (double U's), Wine and Women. One night, I had seen he'd drunken so much he had stabbed another. So, I took the liberty of taking his powerful weapon away while he was asleep and hid it well. When he awoke the next morning, he was enraged and came to me.

"Princess," The servant said through his teeth. "My sword, have you seen it of late?" He asked. Why he first came to ask me was far beyond me, but I answered without a care in the world, for I was the world.

"Yes, I have seen your sword, servant." I said with my blue eyes focused on the gold pages of my book.

"And…where, might I ask, is it Princess?" He asked becoming rapidly annoyed.

"It is no longer here. I have hidden it away so no one, not even your children's, children's, children will ever find it. Ever." I smirked and continued to read my book.

The warrior-servant was silent. Moments later, I felt my chair being forcefully grabbed and turned toward him. He strongly held the chair, balancing it on its hind legs. He gritted his crooked teeth into a smile and one of his eyes twitched as if uncontrollably. His face was so close to mine I could actually see the blood pulsating through a large vein on the side of his head…nasty really.

"Princess? Hehehe, how does one expect me to protect the Pharaoh's daughter, without a weapon at my hilt?" He asked, chuckling nervously as his face became so red, it looked as if it would explode.

"You should have thought of that servant, before you stabbed your brethren for reasons not acceptable! Now, be gone, I'm getting to the good part." I turned the page nonchalantly.

"Look here girl!" He bellowed, lifting my chair in the air three or four inches and slamming it down so hard that I heard the two hind leg crack and split. And I must admit I was given a start, but I kept it to myself.

"You will address me as Princess and nothing else servant!" I commanded.

"Where-Is-My-Sword?!" My servant argued.

We stared, eye for eye. "…Gone." I said. His eyebrows furrowed and his features became ferocious, but he backed away. I flipped my nightly colored hair from my shoulder. He knew better than to test me.

"This is your punishment servant and it will stand. Now, I will NOT repeat myself again. Be gone…" And he backed away releasing the chair.

In the few moments of silence between myself and my insubordinate servant, I looked down at the gold shiny pages of my book, but I did not read from them. Instead, I used the book as a rear-view mirror and nonchalantly adjusted my book to spy on my servant whom was now behind me. When I did, I saw that he had silently raised his arms above my head; high toward the ceiling. As I snapped my head curiously around to see what he was doing, my eyes had widened in freight when I saw him swing down at me a deadly spiked-ball chain. He swung it at me once with all his fury. I immediately rolled and ducked to the floor just before he smashed the chair into pieces.

I ran and screamed and banged on doors of rooms that were usually occupied, but no one answered. In my servants' eyes and in his movements, he came at me with sheer means to end my life. With every corridor and hall I ran down, it was empty; unpopulated with people, maids or servants. I knew my kingdom just as well as he did and as long as I had known; the halls have never been empty. Had he planned my death to be this today, he had done well. But I would not give up. Not to him.

With every path I took, he had found a way to cut me off not matter how much distance I put between us. He was clearly much swifter than I.

What seemed like hours, I finally found my way down the pharaoh's hall that led to my father's chambers. However, my servant was waiting in front of his doorway with a smug grin on his face and his weapon swinging at his side. He came toward me yet again and I ran away into the first room down the adjacent hall.

I hid in the dark for what seemed like hours. For the first time in my life, I had known what it was like to be afraid, truly afraid of someone. This feeling was unbearable; the sweating, nausea and the heart-pounding. I didn't even notice that I had stopped breathing. I heard the creaks of the large door opening to the room I hid in. And with one flick of the light switch, on came the lights…

*Please don't steal my work or I will kill you (^_^). -The True Dreamer-*

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Author's Note: Hello everyone! It's been a while but I have finally created that new story that I said I would. I thought this one up about nine years ago. I thought it was time for it to come to surface and I hope you enjoy it as much as I loved writing it! It's my first time writing in a first person perspective so please give me feedback and tell me what you think. Please REVIEW and look for more "Rose of Sharon" soon!^o^