edit to add this is simply a story of origin, all posts will be in third person passed tense.
Found an old writing sample that was never used! If this strikes any chords of interest let me know!
Did she make you cry,
make you break down,
shatter your illusions of love?
Rock on ancient Queen.
Follow those who pale in your shadow.
Rulers make bad lovers,
you better put your kingdom up for sale.
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"My mother was born a slave, or at least that is what she always told me. That did not explain her high cheek bones, or the way she could look regal by simply lifting in chin in just the right way. Perhaps that is why he fell in love with her, the day she first arrived in Sabal. The Pharaoh looked down on my mother with a smile and forever changed her life - and mine.
She was a gift to his Queen, given light task of looking after the Queen's cats. She was so young then - younger than I am now. I always wonder how she did it. How a lowly slave girl conquered the Pharaoh's heart, so completely that he married her. She was his zawjat thany, or lesser wife, but he treated her like a Queen. She would never forget the early years of her girlhood in her mother's golden rooms and open balconies; green courtyards and fountains with warm, clear waters. Then she died. And everything changed.
My mother fell ill shortly after the Queen announced her third pregnancy. We all had high hopes, the poor Queen had labored over two dead babies already. I had always admired her though she always treated me with cold looks and silence. She was a true Queen of ice, ruling over the harem with an iron fist and no compromises. I wonder if my mother ever knew how much she hated her - her opposite in every way. Kind, beautiful, smiling, grateful for the freedom that came with love and being loved. I have no doubt the Queen had a hand in her death.
I need no more proof than I have now - I am the eternal living example. I was tossed from the beautiful rooms that belonged to my mother, the Queen, I was told, needed them for her baby to come. As if we were not in the biggest palace, in the biggest kingdom in the land. As if there were no more rooms, rooms much bigger and more beautiful, than the ones I called home. I had a new home now. The eabd alharim, or slave harem. I was to live among them as if I were not a princess of the blood, the daughter of the Pharaoh himself, and I was to learn their ways. I was to be the forgotten princess. And so I was.
Until now. The Queen's baby died, like all those before, like all those to come. And now she is going to make use of me - the daughter of the her king's lover, the very spit of them both. She has picked me out a new husband - she is looking to secure the bloodlines after her own failure. She is pulling me from the shadows, putting me on display as the star of her harem. As if I am not the ghost of my mother, come back to haunt her. As if she is not afraid.
But she should be. Because now she is old and having children is beyond her. The families of Sabal all have their eye on the throne - but there can only be one. I will emerge from the shadows as a princess of light. I will take this new husband and together we shall climb the golden steps towards our victory. If he cannot, I shall step on him along the way and bury him in my glory. I will be the ghost that haunts her till her final day. And her throne shall be mine."
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Im open to do anything with this. I havent written in a long time and am fluid to anything that sparks my interest
Found an old writing sample that was never used! If this strikes any chords of interest let me know!
Did she make you cry,
make you break down,
shatter your illusions of love?
Rock on ancient Queen.
Follow those who pale in your shadow.
Rulers make bad lovers,
you better put your kingdom up for sale.
[hider=Biography]
"My mother was born a slave, or at least that is what she always told me. That did not explain her high cheek bones, or the way she could look regal by simply lifting in chin in just the right way. Perhaps that is why he fell in love with her, the day she first arrived in Sabal. The Pharaoh looked down on my mother with a smile and forever changed her life - and mine.
She was a gift to his Queen, given light task of looking after the Queen's cats. She was so young then - younger than I am now. I always wonder how she did it. How a lowly slave girl conquered the Pharaoh's heart, so completely that he married her. She was his zawjat thany, or lesser wife, but he treated her like a Queen. She would never forget the early years of her girlhood in her mother's golden rooms and open balconies; green courtyards and fountains with warm, clear waters. Then she died. And everything changed.
My mother fell ill shortly after the Queen announced her third pregnancy. We all had high hopes, the poor Queen had labored over two dead babies already. I had always admired her though she always treated me with cold looks and silence. She was a true Queen of ice, ruling over the harem with an iron fist and no compromises. I wonder if my mother ever knew how much she hated her - her opposite in every way. Kind, beautiful, smiling, grateful for the freedom that came with love and being loved. I have no doubt the Queen had a hand in her death.
I need no more proof than I have now - I am the eternal living example. I was tossed from the beautiful rooms that belonged to my mother, the Queen, I was told, needed them for her baby to come. As if we were not in the biggest palace, in the biggest kingdom in the land. As if there were no more rooms, rooms much bigger and more beautiful, than the ones I called home. I had a new home now. The eabd alharim, or slave harem. I was to live among them as if I were not a princess of the blood, the daughter of the Pharaoh himself, and I was to learn their ways. I was to be the forgotten princess. And so I was.
Until now. The Queen's baby died, like all those before, like all those to come. And now she is going to make use of me - the daughter of the her king's lover, the very spit of them both. She has picked me out a new husband - she is looking to secure the bloodlines after her own failure. She is pulling me from the shadows, putting me on display as the star of her harem. As if I am not the ghost of my mother, come back to haunt her. As if she is not afraid.
But she should be. Because now she is old and having children is beyond her. The families of Sabal all have their eye on the throne - but there can only be one. I will emerge from the shadows as a princess of light. I will take this new husband and together we shall climb the golden steps towards our victory. If he cannot, I shall step on him along the way and bury him in my glory. I will be the ghost that haunts her till her final day. And her throne shall be mine."
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Im open to do anything with this. I havent written in a long time and am fluid to anything that sparks my interest