Pharaoh's First Love

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“Does it really look as if I have everything? If that was the case I wouldn’t have this inexplicable urge of wanting for something I do not have. And might I remind you that not all women are equal in my eyes. Sure, I could have requested the company of another tonight, but I would rather you. After all you are a curious rarity which seemingly has stumbled into my temple and caught my attention like the sun shining right into my eyes. I’ve never met a blonde before, and your skin is so fair that it is almost as if you’ve not worked out in the sun your entire life. Curiosity is human nature… and as such I have several things I’m curious of about you. I doubt you’ll satisfy each curiosity this night, but… I can’t help but wonder what texture your hair has and what scent permeates it. Or is it a forbidden rule that a pharaoh mustn’t inhale the scent of a nun? A… goddess?” He asked, only teasing her by suggesting she was too prude to allow such things, as if challenging her.
"Then I suppose I can only conclude you have never been truly loved or been in love. " she retorted. Sticking to her guns on the matter.

"Don’t tell lies...you’ve seen my mother I’m sure in all the time she has been here. Of course by now I’m sure she’s gained such tan skin and her hair has started to turn grey. "
She spoke to this man as if he was simply a neighbor rather than pharaoh. Truly that in its own was a bad thing. But she truly had no interest in treating him special. He was just another man with power who was raised to be  self absorbed.
She rested elbow to her knees and chin in hands. Her hair falling without a hesitation. "I am sure there is no law against me being touched on my hair. But I’m positive it feels just like yours." She wouldn’t know what his hair felt like. She’s never touched any man not her father or brother. But she assumed it’d be just as soft. After all look at him. Everything about him was considered perfect. Regardless how soiled her was.
"You’ll have to continue wondering however. I have no interest in getting near you. Regardless of what you may think of me...I’m not like the woman who you claim want to serve you...now....please.." she stood finally. Having had enough of this. "Id like to leave now. And id rather not stay here.." she admitted and began making her way past him. He made her uneasy. And its not like she was his concubine, or even teacher for that matter. She had no reason to stay and even then Jin wasn’t enough to make her stay.
“I suppose I haven’t…” He admitted nonchalantly as if it didn’t quite bother him he’d never loved before. It’s not as if he was in a rush truly. “Luckily there is still time for such things wherever she may be.” The pharaoh ran his own fingers through his soft and silky hair, and even if it was similar to her own it didn’t change the fact he wished would to touch hers. Breathe in her essence.
“You act as if you get too close to me you’re liable to commit a sin. Do I make you that uncomfortable? I wonder why? Is it because my habits disgust you? Or perhaps you’re scared you might like the feel of my hands caressing against your hair and skin? Perhaps you doubt your own resolve and ability to control yourself?” The pharaoh crossed a leg over his knee while further sipping upon his wine. “I doubt you’d make a good concubine in any case. Not because you’re not attractive, but because I hardly see you being able to allow another full and complete control over you and what you feel.”
As she passed by he reached for her wrist, tugging, not harshly, just quick enough and with enough force to cause her to lose her balance and have her fall into his lap. “Easy now, I’m going to let you go.” He said, wrapping an arm around her waist to have her stay for a moment. “I merely wish to thank you again for teaching young Jin and for… keeping the assault quiet.  You must know I had no intentions of that ever happening, I do believe she sees you as a threat, even if we both know there will be nothing between us.” The Pharaoh said softly, grazing ever so gently his fingertips along her bruised neck, the only flaw he could see upon her skin. “Good night Shelyn….” He leaned in close so his lips nearly touched her ear. “It’s a shame to think my bed will feel more empty than ever after you leave tonight…” Calion continued to whisper, letting her own mind piece together whether he’d be imagining her in bed with him through the night.