Pharaoh's First Love

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"You may leave now. I’m sure I prefer the silence as I await my punishment rather than be forced to smell she a...fruit like you...."
She turned her back to this woman. She was scared of having offended the pharaoh. Not her punishment. But she was sure once she spoke with him, she wouldn’t be harmed in a single way. She didn’t bother feeling this woman was worth telling her who she was fully
Mirien glared at the young insolent wench, but soon her lips curled into that of a smile. “What a sharp tongue. Remind me to have it removed should you be staying with us for any length of time. You’d do well to know your place little bird.” Her long nails, fake, gently caressed the steel bars of the cell. “Just between you and I the pharaoh has requested your presence and had asked for me to fetch you. I’ll simply let him know I’m just having you made presentable before him.” She sighed as if bored and that her own time was being wasted upon such a trivial detail. “Allow me to give you a proper introduction onto how matters around here will go. You are worthless, likely less so than dirt. I don’t know what the king intends to do with you, perhaps fuck you, leave you a bloody mess if you’re still intact… and likely toss you out back onto the streets where you belong. Apparently you pass judgment upon me for pleasing our pharaoh? As if that’s supposed to insult me?” She tilted her head and then whistled.
In approached a tall, nearly seven foot beast of a man who wore only a loin cloth. His body was covered in scars, bald, and likely three hundred pounds of mostly muscle. He was husky and not defined. Mirien reached up a dainty hand to scratch beneath the brutes chin. “This here is my personal servant. A good boy, truly. One I can trust implicitly to not tell any lies~ after all I had his tongue cut out just to be sure. But he loves me, don’t you Oroko?” She mused, giving the brute a hand single to which Oroko knelt down on his knees and graveled, kissing and licking the concubines dirty feet.
“You seem to think you’re above pleasing others? So, Oroko here is going to break you in. One false move and I’ll be sure he removed not just some fingers, but the entire hand. Harm him and you’ll be marked as a criminal and promptly put to death.” Mirien unlocked the cell door. “A shame you couldn’t just keep your mouth shut, but because you insist upon opening it when it’s not required… why don’t you open it for him? He’s a *big* boy, so you’re going to need to open extra wide~” She giggled. “Resist… and I’ll have him fill a tighter hole~ Go on Oro, this little girl will make you feel good~” She said, to which Oro, mumbled something as if his mouth was full. The tall male opening and walking into the cell.
"Such a funny whore. Defiling others just because you feel insulted. I wonder how your pharaoh will deal with you when he realizes you had me destroyed before he, if he decides to have me. Filthy seconds. You’d be destroying his new toy. I’m sure you’d be punished would."
She played the game too. After all she was sent to get her, all it took was one hair out of place to ruin the pharaoh's intentions. She wondered if this whore would even dare taking the fun from her pharaoh of enjoying yet another virgin.
No matter what she said, Shelyn saw herself of more worth than a common whore. She was educated and talented. Blessed by the goddess. She was worth more to the pharaoh than any whore could hope to be.
The young prince begged at his brother's feet. He didn’t wish her to be killed all because she was teaching him. He begged just to have her enslaved as a teacher or personal entertainment for them. Anything was better than killing the first person he found so interesting.
The other 3 brothers all mentioned a possibility of keeping her too. She was beautiful. Clearly she must be a foreigner with such pale skin as she had. And blonde hair at that. A lovely wife they each thought. If not a wife simply a woman to bare a child perhaps. Certainly such a bird was capable. The older one under the God Pharaoh  was especially interested in her. And took this as a matter of interest. If his brother wouldn’t look to have her maybe he should. But first he must consult with their royal advisor. Certainly the old man had some idea who this beauty was.