Pharaoh's First Love

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It was one thing to lay with him to give him a child. But she wouldn’t do it willing just because of a debt. She didn’t have it in her to fight him forever. But did he truly need to ruin her just because if a debt? Just because she hated how he never just came out and said things?
Without flinching or covering himself up as his arms stayed extended, his legs spread a bit beneath the water his eyes steadied upon her. “I asked you to sit in my lap and you act as if I am asking you to break yourself upon me. What way do you want it? I was considerate enough to blindfold myself, so you’d not need to expose yourself in front of me today. Yes, I wanted to see you unclothed, and sure I have wandering thoughts of doing more with you but forgive me for finding you attractive. Your brother is in need and it is true he’s sacrificed a lot, but am I so wrong for trying to come to terms on the situation whereby I help to save the life of a soldier who may never fight again, because my only request is to spend some time and get to know you?” He stood up, caring not if his waist was now above the water.
“You say sharing a bath and a bed with a pharaoh is degrading? Rather insulting, you think pretty highly of yourself Shelyn. As far as Yun goes there is no competition because I don’t see him as a contender. If you lay with him then you are truly less than I could have ever imagined, and it would save me the trouble of wasting more time and money upon you. You’re pretty high and mighty given the fact the fate of your family rests upon your shoulders. You think I’m an ass now? Well, consider this to be a self-fulfilling prophecy because all you could think is that I had ulterior motives. I’m done, I don’t have the patience to play this game with you on so little sleep. Finish your bath.” He turned to get out and grabbed a towel, uncertain if he even wanted the arrangement any longer, she clearly didn’t mean what she said in the recovery room when she’d have done anything to keep Helm at the palace. Perhaps he’d send word out to her parents before too much had taken place.
"I...I said I don’t like when you beat around the bush...why should I blindfold you? Will you not see it eventually anyway? I promised id lay at your side tonight...so far the only thing I have refused is...to be intimate with someone I don’t love..."
It is not that she regretted it. But she tried to say it in a better way this time. But this was new. She was exhausted. On edge. The fact he even took an interest in her alone, made her feel so uneasy. The gifts...the praise he offered...she wasn’t ever given by anyone. Now she had sold herself for her brother...and trying to cope with it all.
But she did nothing else. She walked out of the bath silent. Allowing every inch into view. Her hair clinging all over. It was time she stopped acting like anything other than his servant at this point. She knew that. He controlled everything. She walked past him and back towards his bedroom. Still wet and naked.
She sat at the foot of his bed. Just trying to think. And calm herself. There had to be some kind of middle ground, right?
“I would have eventually.” He said, turned slightly in her direction as he finished would drying out his hair. “Of course, I had wanted to see you when you were ready to show me.” The pharaoh said plainly. He felt as if nothing he did would ease the tensions. When he tried being considerate of her and not to push her too far, she told him he was beating around the bush, and when he was direct with her, she only seemed to be disgusted by him all the more.
She was mildly infuriating, but all the same he quite enjoyed what he saw. He wasn’t of mind to expect her to lay and spread her legs for him on the first night, he hadn’t even attempted to kiss her yet so he thought perhaps if she saw that sharing his bed with him without being pushed into anything too far would help her to realize that he wasn’t going to be as cruel as she thought.
Walking out of the bathroom and into his bedroom he saw her pale body sitting on the edge of the bed, unclothed as if she was in no rush to cover up. Or she had resigned herself to the fact he’d be seeing a lot of her from now on. “For the record I had only wanted you to sit in my lap, you didn’t have to sit all the way up to my waist. All the same you can rest peacefully knowing I’m not going to try and bed you today. I prefer having someone to sleep next to, sex doesn’t need to be involved.” Calion said, undoing his towel from his lean waistline and making his way to the bed as if he was also planning on sleeping in the nude with her.
She swallowed hard before finally looking at him. She would have to see him. To look at him. Her whole body turned red with utter embarrassment.
When he sat upon his bed is when she got up. She would grab his hand. And keep him from getting under the blanket. She was nervously shaking. Looking at him at if she had been scolded. Still so exhausted. While holding his hand she lifted a leg to the outside of his and pressed her knee into the bed. Partially straddling one of his legs.
Her blonde hair becoming a curtain as her second hand gently caressed his face and lifted it to force his eyes to look at hers.
"Please tell me why the thought of prince Yun having me makes you so angry..."
Her voice a soft whisper as she looked down at him. She had placed herself in a position over him in a way where she had the control. Where he got to experience her being so close like he wanted. She was opening herself to being violated. Or simply caressed and touched in manner that would calm her thoughts allow her to relax. She was placing them in a position where he had the very opportunity to prove himself as well as her to trust him. This was the only chance she saw that she would get to end their back and forth.
Remaining stoic in his expression the pharaoh didn’t flinch as she stood and walked her bare self before him even though inside, he was amused by how red she was given the fact he’d seen her eyes dip. Surely the pure and innocent ‘goddess’ must have had a passing thought in wonderment as to whether she’d honestly have to fit ‘him’ inside her one day.