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My Nubian Prince
It was long ago, in ancient Egypt, I think... Perhaps, it was a former life. I was nothing more than a slave girl to the royal family, kidnapped and placed into slavery by the people of my village. I guess, they figured that I would not have been missed. I don't think I had any family. I was all alone, with the exception of other slaves, or so-called servants. I soon found my self in a grand hall, dressed in the finest of silk cloth and gold jewelery, which draped from my every curve. There were several people, just... staring at me. However, one pair of eyes stood out among the rest. Light hazel eyes peered through me with amusement. Eyes belonging to a young man with dark skin. However, this wasn't just any man. He sat upon the Pharoah's throne! Suddenly, music began to echo through the hall. I just stood there, alone and confused. Yet, I was fixated on those eyes. A near-by servant had cleared her throat, capturing my attention. I watched her as she waved her hips, signaling me to dance. Then, I turned around to see a broad, muscular man, in what seemed to be a skirt, raising a black leather whip. sweatdrop Before the thunderous clap of the whip made contact with the floor, I found my self violently swinging my hips to the music. All the while, I could feel those eyes... watching the curvatious movements of my hips along with the spastic jumps and kicks incorporated with my twirls. Once the music stopped, the man holding the whip to me by the arm to escort me away. Suddenly, the was a shout from atop of the throne. The entire room turned to the young, dark-skinned man. Turning to another man, this young man whispered something that I was unable to make out. Whatever it was, it sent the messanger hurrying toward me. I was soon taken into an unfamiliar chamber. It looked a lot like a bedroom! eek Suddenly, the door swung open, and there stood the the dark-skinned man. He smiled and said that his name was Aswad, then he took my hand in his. I smiled as well, and informed him that my name was Kanika. His eyes hazel eyes never left me as he bent down to kiss my hand. Before I knew it, I found myself wrapped in his arms beneath white silk covers heart . Unfortunately, I don't know... or remember what happened before that point stare crying . I don't remember much else. I do remember being locked away in my room, if you could call it that. I was a dark cellar-looking place. I sat on a flat bench staring at the door as footsteps droned on outside. A sudden glare of light expanded upon me as the door opened. Roughly, a guard snatched me from where I sat. Then, he swung me out of the room, and threw me to the ground. I lifted my muddled face from the ground, and watched as the guard tied my hands to a camel's neck. (Don't ask me why it was a camel, it just was. confused ) The man pionted his fingers straight ahead, then slapped the camel's rear end. With a sudden jerk, I was forces the walk along side the camel. Out of the blue, I heard a voice belt out my name from behind. I tried to turn to see who it was, but I couldn't fight the camel that was pulling to break free from me. Then out from the corner of my eye, I saw another camel ride up beside me. There was a leg hanging from it's side. When I looked up, there he was. I called out, "Aswad!", with a smile upon my face. Then I bit my bottom lip and looked away in shame. I mean, who was I to address royalty so casually? Nonetheless, I turned back to gaze upon his frowning face. He reached into his pock and pulled out something that reflected the sun so much that I couldn't see it at first. That was, until he raised his arm to reach over me. Then, I finally saw the dagger. eek (to be cont.)
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