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Post by Lady Freya on Mar 14, 2008 6:42:33 GMT -5
Such a long journey and a huge party of people arrived in Egypt. For the day had come that Freya was to be handed to the man her father had promised her to. The journey had been rough and a few brave had been lost. However Freya’s personal caravan stayed as far away from her Father’s as possible. She sat in her litter fanning herself, and watching the barren country that she would soon note as home.
The place of her husband to be. Deep down Freya knew she’d never be able to bare this for as long as her life lasted, and in secret she planned her own escape. She was powerless to even speak a word on the travels, and her lips barely even uttered a word. Even when addressed she did not speak. She had wrapped herself in a protective layer. She was in some depression, because she knew she did not want this.
What was a life when a marriage was arranged? From what she knew, it had led her mother to her own death. Freya did not want that. She wanted a life of her own. Soon the city of Egypt was coming into view, and with a powerful clench in her stomach, Freya kept her eyes from meeting it. Soon, she would be utterly alone and feel alien, in a world she did not know.
It was a device of her father’s she’d bet. Instead of having the Pharaoh visit them and take her, he had announced that they would all go to Egypt. Her father knew that this would silence and weaken her angry words. Such a devious man he was. Freya hated him.
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Post by Alcaeus Destono on Mar 20, 2008 6:39:04 GMT -5
As Freya and Alcaeus arrived Egypt, they sonly were let into the capital city. People around watched curiously, but knew why they had come. Time had now arrived for the Carthaginian princess to marry the Pharaoh, to close the bonds between two great nations nations that close stood in the south of Europe. Inside they went, followed by few guards and servants that escorted them in safety. The king himself was inside a own wagon carried by people, as his daughter were in another. He knew she did not like this, although believed everything would turn to the better when time had passed.
When they stopped outside the palace stairs, the Carthaginian king stepped outside. Curiously he looked up, thinking the palace in front was amazing. Never before had he seen anything like it, but somehow similar it still was to his own home. With a nod, he told the servants to help his daughter. Although hidden she would stay, until the Pharaoh was seen.
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Post by Lady Freya on Mar 20, 2008 18:08:30 GMT -5
As the heart of the day encompassed them, the city that had seemed so small from such a different came right up beside Freya’s curtained litter. She saw crowds assembling trying to get a glimpse of her, but she remained hidden. Her snake wrapped around her arm, for she would not leave home without it. Her body was tense, how could she be a tool for her father’s purpose? How could he use her so? Why hadn’t she just left when she had the chance?
As much as she disliked her father, and disobeyed him constantly she still did a few things that were for his own good. When that meant retuning from Rome, she did. With such a hesitation she had left her lover behind, to follow her father’s decree. Soon enough they came to the mighty halls of the Pharaoh. His own slaves accumulating at the steps in garbs suited to their home. It made Freya feel even more alienated then what she did, because she knew she was utterly different, and had been brought up differently to these people. They shared different gods, they shared a different lifestyle all together. It frightened her. She had never felt so misplaced, as she did now.
Up ahead she saw her Father step out from his litter and look upon the city. She saw how proud his stance was, but would it be that way as soon as she was shown to this new world? He was handing over a sword with a magical taint that could possibly destroy so much. She saw him motion to a few of his retinue to help her, by whatever means. A few brought her a casket of water, which she was glad to accept, and another brought her some food which she politely shook away.
She tried to show no emotion, no fear no apprehension. Oh, how she hoped it worked. The snake slowly twirled around her arm, its’ grip tighter then it had been before, because it could feel how tense she was. The fear must throb through the both of them.
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Post by Pharaoh Sabé on Mar 25, 2008 14:47:28 GMT -5
The doors to the Palace were opened by two slaves, and as the crack between them widened, Sabé took in the sight around. Once the doors were open far enough, he walked swiftly down the steps, coming to a stop just before Alcaeus. Every one of the Egyptians around were on their knees, faces on the ground until Sabé made a quick, discrete movement of his hand. He gave a tiny amused smile, they had to bow to show their respect for him, but it did become irritating after a while. "Alcaeus, it is good to see you here at last!" Sabé exclaimed.
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Post by Lady Freya on Mar 26, 2008 4:14:18 GMT -5
As Freya sat, waiting in her litter she could not help but feel ever so alienated from these people. Crowds of people flocked around them, kneeling upon the steps of the great palace, awaiting their mighty Lord. Never had she seen such glorification, and never had she expected it. It was true, she had barely any idea of this culture. She attempted to control her breathing, she was as nervous as she supposed her body showed for she was shaking from fear. Why had she allowed her father to do this to his only Daughter? Was it even acceptable in Egypt. Did not Egyptians believe in pure blood families, and sometimes married their own siblings?
Freya still remained confused on this topic. However, she supposed she’d wait for her Father to command her presence. Maybe, she’d obey him and silently hate and curse him. She heard the doors crack open by two of the Palace sentinels. As the gap became wider, a splendour figure came into view. Of a fair skinned man, one glorified by all. His presence made all bow to him, until a wave of his hand signalled them to once again regain their stance.
Was this her betrothed? Was he the man, that her father expected her to live with for what would be the remainder of her life, and aid him in saving Carthage? She gathered it was. Through the curtains of the litter she sat silently. Trembling.
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