Pharaoh's First Love

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Such a warm winter as always. Late November date, and still the sands were warm. Still the people go about their daily lives.
In the palace, the Pharaoh is preparing a delight for the brother. What better than a musician for the little prince of 10? Not only will it be entertainment, but the other 3 brothers might enjoy such a sight.
A wonderful banquet of fresh fruit is prepared. Wine as well. A feast fit for a king. Candles placed within flowers were set upon the pool that lined the floor in this banquet room. And as the sun set the party swung to life. As ordered and under such an honor a young woman sat near this pool playing this oddly shaped instrument. Its long neck and strings seemed to be a harp that was misshaped. And yet it was strummed much like a harp. With her were others playing, drums, a harp, flute, and other things. The tone they played seemed to flow well even in the silence of their audience.
Yet it seem the small blonde was who caught the most attention. With this odd instrument. And yet the smallest prince was enchanted by this device that he interrupted the performance just to request he be allowed to play with it. With a wide smile she allowed it. Placing the young prince at her side as she carefully placed the device and his hands in place.
The pharaoh kept his eyes upon the young girl through most of this night. He was interested. Curious himself even. Wondering exactly when he might leave the comfort of his throne to approach this girl. Or pull her to his feet and demand her attention. But it wasn't
his brother approached her that he sat up and tensed.
Many gasped in pure horror to think such a lowly woman would dare even touch the prince. Which placed guards on edge and spears placed towards her. And the other members gasped with the music stopping fully fearful.
The young prince shooed them off and demanded they stop ruining this for him. But the guards didn’t move. Pharaoh grinned. Now he had the little bird. He stood. Commanding his guards to imprison the little blonde for breaking one of their important laws.
And with it the blonde was taken away and the young prince seemed to no longer be enjoying his night. Holding the odd instrument as he sat there. His brother ordering things to continue as he left to find his new cage bird.
Calion, the Pharaoh, laid upon his luxurious throne, instead of that of wood and iron that many ‘Kings’ chose to sit upon, he chose only the softest of fabrics stuffed with the finest of fillings. Garbing himself in silks which cost a fortune the king of kings dined upon plump ripe grapes while sipping wine made from the decadent fruit. A small orchestra played off to the side while guests mingled. There were several classes of servants tending to the needs of many. Some delivered food and drink, many others danced exotically. And still many off to the side were in the midst of carnal pleasures. Body slaves came in the form of both male and female and Calion and many others would not bat an eye should a male wish to partake in the pleasures of another male. This was a banquet to celebrate another glorious year under the rule of the god king Calion and as such food and drink were plentiful and the party resembled that of an orgy in some areas of the temple.