As morning came, I felt as if I had been trampled by beasts. Although my heart thumped rather rapidly, nothing was happening at that moment. I look over to Zahi's resting place, and see she is no longer there. That is rather strange. No one called for me ?
I quicken to make myself presentable for the day of serving. As I let the white linen gown go from over my head, to the tops of my feet, I was a rather full woman, more of a child bearing shape, as to why the seams of the gown clung and stretched to my wide hips, the top of the gown fitting rather snug around my bosom.
As assigned, every servant was made to wear a blue beaded arm bangle. The blue smooth beads adorned my thick copper arms, partially covered in healing scratches. Given what I've been through, I could not help, but to still find myself full of beauty.
My hair is dark as night with a tent of mahogany, coiled as well as thick, resembling the very wool of sheep. I was a woman, a nubian woman.
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Love Of The Cruel
RomanceThis is going to be my reentering into the writing world . Love of the cruel , is about a nervous , yet optimistic Nubian girl , and her time with the general , 2nd son of the pharaoh , as she is captured during the fall of Nubi...
