Pharaoh's First Love

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"You should try and get some rest tonight... We'll bathe and I'll have a dress selected for you to wear to the funeral pyre tomorrow. I'm sure it's difficult, but the sooner we get past this the sooner you can start upon your new life and try and recover from the pain. I wish I knew what I could do to take this hurt away from you. Is there anything you need or want?" He asked softly, stroking her cheek and lightly brushing his thumb across her skin. "Tea perhaps?" He offered, finding it a shame she didn't like to drink anything stronger.
"He always liked off white. The kind that seemed almost tinted like its pink." She explained looking to him. "But the teal on the table...it..." she had to fight the urge to cry. "It would look very nice with his hair...." she said.
Watching Calion. The way he simply touched her so gently. How despite her just earlier calling him boorish for enjoying having violated her, he was so soft to her. His hands, the way they were placed, what nervousness she might usual have was gone. But the promise of a well rest was nice. And she nodded without protest to the bath and dress.
Truthfully, she was just lost. And needed a new purpose. She needed something spontaneous but in a good way. Rather than everything falling apart.
A few of his concubines soon entered. Carrying with them a large dinner for him. After all they usually got the pleasure to feed and touch him during this time. But the sight of Shelyn would only cause rumors and some confirmation of others. Tongues or not. Smiling and happy as they cleared the table of his things and placed his meal of beef and all sorts or veggies and salads and breads. A soft moist cake for desert. And his favorite wine poured and offered to him. They readied 2 plates. They would be taking turns to feed him and even her if he ordered. Since she was in his lap. Maybe she was fair game too? A beauty like her would certainly turn him on when caressed.
But nothing other than offering his cup of wine and making two plates happened.

Shelyn was hungry. That had to be obvious.
"Then teal it'll be. Don't worry, it doesn't have to be perfect. A funeral is more of a time to remember and to give our prayers to his safe passage into the afterlife. Above all I think that if he is watching from above that he would be happier seeing you are strong and able to continue on with your life now that he's not there to protect you." Calion said, trying to give her some reassurance that no matter what it's the thought that counts.
But as the servants came in Calion didn't move away from her. After all it's not like he cared what the servants would think, nor was it like he was any stranger to have more than one involved in anything. Instead all he did was turn her, so her back was against his chest, having her sit on his lap facing forward as her bottom was seated high up on his waist. He leaned his chin over her shoulder, one arm wrapped around her waist to hold her against him as he took the glass of wine and brought it to his lips.
"Don't worry, you'll get used to it." He said softly as his warm breath fell against her neck as one young concubine began feeding Shelyn, while another tended to Calion. At some point, without asking, the young concubine which served Shelyn took a grape and placed it within her own mouth and leaned forward to press her lips squarely against Shelyn's, parting her lips and pushing the grape into Shelyn's mouth, and a bit more as the girl's tongue brushed against Shelyn's.
With so much of Calion's body covered up by Shelyn in his lap the one concubine figured she would just tend to Shelyn instead.