"The Egyptian Princess Who Told the Knight So"

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

-Part two-

I sucked in air as I heard the creeks of the door opening to the room I hid in. My heart pounded in my chest so hard it hurt; I had to place my fist between my budding breasts to stop my racing heart from bursting through my chest.

The lights flicked on and the clinks of my servant's shoes slowly entered the room. To my dismay, the lights being on made me uncomfortable. Exposed. As if every inch of me could be seen and for a moment and was worse than being seen naked. Being in the dark, in which I hated, made me feel a little safer.

I hid behind a tall oak cabinet, in a spacious room filled with many other cabinets just like itself lined against the wall. This room also had mats and mirrors and I instantly knew that this was where the entertainers prepared and rehearsed to entertain my father, the Pharaoh.

The rocking of the spiked ball chain came ever closer. I was stilled, breathless and heard what my servant had to say.

"I know you are here…I can smell the sweet scents you bathe your filthy body in." He came closer as I slowly…slowly peaked around the cabinet. He was opening the doors to the cabinets, one by one.

"Come hither now princess and I promise your life spared if you retrieve my sword…" He became silent as if waiting for me to respond and give away my hiding place. But I didn't dare be so dumb as to do so. No. I am ruler and he was placed on this Earth to do as I commanded. He will be punished harshly for his disobedience this day, for I will be so glad in making sure that he does.

"Very well." He said. "It didn't have to be this way if you weren't such of bitch of a princess!" He snarled and slammed the weapon into a cabinet next to me. I had not realized he had come so close. I placed my feet flat against the back of the cabinet and pushed with all of my might. But he was too fast and caught it with his hand, then breaking the doors open with is other hand in frustration. I ran through the space between the wall and the cabinets. As I did, I looked back to see he was covered in sheer cloths and glitter.

"You spoiled bitch!" He yelled. I ran as he became more livid, busting the cabinets into splinter one by one as I ran passed. The mirrors and the mats and even the walls fell victim to his entourage. I screamed as splinters and glass were being in beaded into my skin. When I let out that scream, he must have heard me and ran full speed to kill me for good. I saw this and pushed another heavy cabinet over eager to save my own life. He seemed to let the oak over power him as it fell upon him for things had now become quiet.

I froze against the wall afraid to move either way, for if I did, if this silence had been a trick to my ears, he would have grabbed me and I would not escape. I found my mind after standing there for a long period of time and crab walked to the side of my fallen servant, slipping on what I knew was my own urine. But I was wrong. The smell was the smell of iron. And when I looked down I say it was the blood of my servant, heavily oozing from his armor. I was shocked to see the sight of my servant with spears and axes and weapons of all kinds in his chest. I gasped loudly when I heard him cough; blood ran from his mouth and he tilted his head toward me, looking into my frightened blue eyes.

I was complete froze in place when my servant lifted his arm toward me and pointed at me. His eyes were blood shot as death continued to claim him.

"A—curse upon you, child…tHoSe who…ObeY yoU PriNcEss…sHaLL suRelY Die!" He choked. And with a crooked, demonic smile, his hand finally fell to the floor, rippling the blood puddle. I sat there in complete shock, still sitting in my dead servant's blood. I-I really didn't know there were weapons in that case at all! Because surely had I known…I would have pushed over that cabinet first…

Some time passed and after all that had happened between my first servant-warrior and myself because of his silly sword, it dawned on me…how was that curse my problem. I wouldn't be the one dying after all…right?

Years passed and my father had continued to 'delight' me with such gifts; the servant-warriors. I had always wondered, as a matter of fact, something I always had trouble solving: If the idea of the servant-warrior was bought on by a young boy staring at me, why would father continuously insist I have a male-servant? I asked this one day, thinking I had been quite clever in doing so. He simply said it was the order of things. God would never allow a woman to be stronger than a man. Women were to stay home and make babies and please the man while he went out and worked to the sweat of his brow. Yes, this may all be true, but I was different and in many ways I was far better than any man. And for my own enjoyment, I was all too eager to exploit that simple fact.

Now, at my tender age of sixteen, I was the symbol of beauty all across Egypt. My face was painted on portraits and every spit of pottery everywhere. I was very proud of myself and deserved ever moment of attention and praise, for 'perfect' is not easy to perform, but it was mine to keep.

My body was nearly at the peak of adult hood. I was chased by many pairs of eyes daily. Men desired and wanted me. Women wished to be me and my bathers desired the touch my silky sun-blessed skin.

In the period of four years I had been through approximately one hundred and four servant-warriors, thanks to my curse or shall I say, blessing; A blessing for me because I hated every one of them. They were all smug, sneaky, and distasteful in every way and simply boring. They worshiped the very toilet I sat on. Eventually, my thinking of men went right along with whatever I flushed down the toilet that day. I had become so fed up with all this 'protection'. One hundred and four servant-warriors were dead within the four years I acquired them; all safely tucked away in their graves under my commanding hand. Sometimes I would wonder if the curse my first servant put on me was real or hoax: 'Those who obey the princess shall surely die'…it mattered not, really. But sometimes I had to wonder…I thought about it to amuse myself.

Father has seemed blind to the pattern of dead servants. He thought that if I was without them, I would surely die. In his eyes, he saw that the servants had given their lives to protect mine; he thought I was in constant danger because of all the deaths…so I was never alone…joy.

My recent servant had been rather naughty. A lecher he was. His eyes followed me daily, but not as they should. He watched and stared at certain parts as they bounced and swung. He would touch me without really trying to touch me. He thought I hadn't noticed, but I was no fool. So I decided one day to use my 'power' against him…my cursed woman power.

In the death of heat, I wore my sheer white robes that fitted my hourglass form. I would also use my favorite dabbing cloth that was my mothers, to dab the sweat from my body when the Sun blessed me with its hot rays. I knew my recent servant loved to watch me dab as I fed my pets, Seakay and Mujuta. They were my pet lions and protected the wall from anyone who dared enter. Majestic, always hungry and very vicious toward all but royal blood, my pets were to be the ones whom would help me be rid of yet another of my annoying servant-warriors.

The day was very hot and that was how I wanted it. I dabbed and dabbed the white cloth lightly across my forehead then across my full breasts, holding the cloth weakly. When a gust of breeze blew, my favorite cloth fluttered into the lion's den.

"Oh no! My mother's cloth! Servant, you will help me retrieve it, won't you? Help me retrieve it so that you may help me dab this hot, sticky, sweat from my body…my entire body." I threw in for an added overly dramatic effect as I batted my long dark eye lashes at him that set before my desirable blue eyes. He looked at me lustfully and I could tell immediately that my power had triumphed. I could see by his expression that my servants mind race with all types of sensual thoughts as he jumped head first into the Lion's pit. I will let your imaginations take over as his screams filled the air…Stupid men. Is one so sure that men are God's gift to women?

And so one year passed and it was my birthday yet again. Oh, happy, joyous me… and my most recent servant-warrior laid waste in the desert of all places…somehow.

"Nadaurikotria, my beautiful daughter." Pharaoh Esidion sighed.

"Father, I asked you not to call me that." I said annoyed. My name was so ridiculously long. I had told him not to say it for fear that he would get older simply trying to say it. I would ask him over and over again not to waist his breath, but he never listened.

"Nadaurikotria. That is your name and the name of your late mother. And I will call you just that until the day I die and nothing else." This is what he always said.

He continued as I rolled my blue eyes. "I understand that you do not quite see eye to eye with your protectors, but that give you no right to be rid of them for that simple reason." My father said patiently yet clueless to why I did what I did. Oh, if he only knew! He never once asked 'why'? Only that I should not do it. Should I stand on one spot and allow them to put me to death? Should I be silent when one tries to abuse me or rape my skin? I should think not…Never.

"But father, you don't understand!" I argued back, but he raised his hand to silence me. I crossed my arms and pouted…he never listened.

"I do understand. And that is why I have a gift for you, Nadaurikotria. This is my special gift to you for your seventeenth birthday! A gift unlike any I have ever given to you before!" He said excitedly.

"Oh, father! Really?!" I said as my eyes glittered in anticipation.

For so long I've waited for the moment where I can truly be happy and excited about receiving the perfect gift from my father. A caring, thought-filled gift. A gift that would not frighten me, or take me for granted or make me feel like a slab of meat. A gift in which I can finally cherish for the rest of my days and thereafter…

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

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Author's Note: Hello everyone! Sorry for the delay, but I have been so busy with school and work and everything! And just yesterday, my boyfriend has asked me to marry him^o^! I'm so thrilled and of course I said YES! But as you all can imagine, I really busy now. But anyway, back to my 'A.N'…I had gotten a lot of e-mails about this story. There were a lot of readers that thought, the first chapter was the end, but let me tell you that this is just the beginning. So I ask that you all just be patient with the slow posting and as always thanks for the reviews!^o^