rose & the forgemaster

rose herself

Upon the wide dirt road, sallow-hued pebbles romped in ricochets off of the wheels galloping over them. These golden wheels, round like the sun carried the most brilliant chariot through the town. On seams of silver and gold were the enchantments of the palace, omens of good luck as the Pharaoh and his Queen rode by.

Pharaoh Osahar stood tall, a glimmering silver cape flowing in ripples of illuminating colors behind his strong back. His small brown eyes darted through the cheering city, and with a smile he raised a long arm up to the sky and began to wave- like the royalty he was.

Aside him upon one of the red cushions of the chariot's seats, sat his wife. Her shining eyes remained stoic on the city, rested along expressionless faces who waved her way.

These people weren't happy that Osahar was here, were they?

Leaned back with an arm over the back of the red seat, her head was turned away from of him. She began to side-eye her beloved husband. He was simply giddy at the attention being thrown their way.

The lovely Queen shifted her gaze out of the chariot and to the sidewalk aside the street they rode on. Spotting a muddy little boy who, suspectedly had just returned from school- she couldn't help but to frown her face at the look on his own. It was odd, all of the cheers and praises coming their way, and still there was not a smile on a single citizen's sun-tanned face.

This was the annual visit from the Pharaoh and his Queen.

Looking towards the sun that shined brutally hard down upon the land, it's light revealed an abundance of greens and browns painted within her pretty eyes. Her long lashes bat slowly, and she took a hand to the heavy golden headpiece positioned atop her head- where her silky black hair was tied and slicked up into a tight ponytail.

"Rose, my wife." Osahar began up above.

Head turned away, she looked to him from the corner of her eye, "Stand and wave to your people." He said softly, still smiling towards the city.

For a moment she stared up at him.

Then, she stood through a soft sigh, gently smoothing down the regal material of her gown with one hand, the other went to hold one of his. Air breezed across the front of her open chest, where the v-line of her dress ran down prettily in a silver plat of gold and white.

She raised an arm to the air, waving with an expressionless look on her face towards the town. Osahar cupped her shoulder and leaned down to kiss the side of her face, his hand sliding down her slender side and to her lovely hip.

"My Queen." He said against her cheek, peppering her skin in kisses as her head fell to the side blandly.

Sounding aloud down the massive street was the beautiful tune of a horn. Osahar and his wife looked that way, his brown eyes lighting up at a new couple waving at them from their own chariot.

"Oohhh- Tau has arrived!" He went excitedly.

He let go of the Queen and adjusted his massively golden headpiece as she took a seat again. With great posture on the chariot ride over to meet their guests in the midst of the golden city, she took one more glance across the sidewalks.

For safety measures, royal guards from King Tau and Osahar's kingdom's came and stood around both chariots as they rolled up aside one another. Osahar smiled brightly at his bald friend in the chariot beside his own, "Tau! My friend." He went.

Tau returned the smile, flashing his golden grills to both he and the wife seated aside him, "Get over here, brother." He went, from his chariot he leaned over to firmly hug Osahar.

"That mouthpiece is grand- where'd you attain it?" Osahar complimented over the cheering of the city around them still.

Tau smiled breathlessly, gesturing a hand up to his mouth, "Oh this old thing- I had one of my miners go out and fetch it from Ulahee." He told, his eye flickering to Rose who peaked behind Osahar from the inside of the chariot still.