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"Inideminiāderuroyaliihiti ፡፡(Good morning royal sister.)" Taharqa was sitting at my table being served by maids. "Good morning nigusawī wenidimi." I walk over to the table. A maid pulls out the chair for me. I move aside my long dress and sit down. I looked down at my plate as the food being out on it. "I see the King has been gracious enough for us to use his kitchen to cook our breakfast." I was being served the meal I was accustomed to. "Not for long younger sister, you are here by the King's grace so you must not be too needy. That means only eating our foods during holidays and eating their food with no complaints." Taharqa cuts up his camel liver. "I know the people here do not want unknown people in their kitchen." "Do not worry Taharqa I will not be needy towards the King. Like you said, it is by his grace that I am his mistress." I held my tongue looking down at my food. "Speaking of being a mistress, did you please the King like you were supposed to?" "Yes brother I did, I followed everything mother had taught me." "Your mother has taught you." Taharqa empathized on the your mother part. I knew he did not want to be affiliated with being the son of the mistress who caused his mother sorrow and jealousy.
"I know what she has taught you, I mean did you use it correctly on the King?" "Yes I did brother, he has even called for my attendance in his garden during noon." I knew Taharqa knew the works of the woman from the harem. Whenever he is free Taharqa is requesting a concubine or being in a concubines chamber. Taharqa is close to having the number of concubines like our father. "Very good younger sister! I advise you to write a letter to your mother. She will share the excellent news with father of course."
"Brother I am doing all the work to please the King, what have you done to please the King?" "Certainly not feeling his cock inside me." Taharqa let's out a snicker. I disliked greatly when Taharqa used foul language but I could only hold me tongue. "The King has invited me to a meeting." I turn my head and roll my eyes out of view from Taharqa. "Which I must go to now, I do not want to be late." Taharqa wipes his mouth the cloth, sets it down on his plate and stands up from his chair. "I do not require you to bow to me, I do not want to disturb you breakfast." "Thank you nigusawī wenidimi, I bless you with a successful meeting with the King by the grace of the gods." I held the sarcasm in.
My door is shut once again and I'm allowed to eat my meal in peace. "Dolsê can you bring me a papyrus, ink, and my reed pen ." "Yes Le'elt." Dolsê received the requested item from a maid and she sets it out on the table for me. "Dolsê what should I tell my mother?" I tap the reed pen on my chin thinking in what to begin with on my letter. "Tell her all the recent events Le'elt, from arriving here to now." I nod and start to write down on my papyrus.
