It was a time for celebration. After a year of fighting, a year of war it was finally over. The army was coming home. Their beloved Prince was coming. It could not have been at a more needed time as the Pharaoh has fallen ill. Most believed it to have been out of worry for his son. Others feared it was a plague. But that was something that could be worried about on another day. Because the war was over Ans they had won.
The kingdom was decorated as elaborately as the towns people could. The nobles were able to fund for banners to be made to hang among there houses. The commoners has a few too but not nearly as many and not as nice of materials. Even the poor made painted boards do show iration.
At the palace all the servants were running around trying to get everything back into place for the prince. They had gotten a little lax on their cleaning and upkeep on his living quarter.
Things were being polished, dusted, washed, and straighten. Lotus flowers were put in a the vases in his room as there were know too be his favorite.
In another section cooks were whipping of a meal that would even please the gods. Good smells wafted from the kitchen filling the palace walls. Scents of beef and roasted duck could be made out. As well is cakes sweeter with honey. Beer was being freshly brewed and the finest aged wine would be served with the meal.
Else were priests seemed to be preparing some sort of ritual. It was common practice these days to have cleaning rituals to drive out any evil sprites that might have processed the army while they where away. Just as a precaution.
Everyone seemed to be working and preparing for the arrival. Every one but the royal scribe. He sat in his room with a quill in hand trying to figure out how he was supposed to write this down. For the past year he had been keeping a record of what was happing in the war but now it was over. They were coming back. His chest hurt and it was a bit hard to breath as he thought about the idea of the prince coming back.
“Atem is coming back…” he thought to himself. As he sat back in his chair. He was excited and yet so afraid of this. “War chances people…and not always for the better. He is going to be different… I doubt he will be as childish as he was before.” He didn’t know how to feel about that thought. “Well he probably won’t tackle me like he did before… but he also might not pay as much attention to me…I well be able to do my job better… that is the job of a scribe. Be seen and not heard. This is good right?”
He didn’t liked the thought and he did not know why. He didn’t know why he felt bothered by the fact the prince was going to do his job and he could to his but it still made his heart hurt.
“ Come on Heba it does not matter. Be is alive and coming back. That is all that matters.” He said to himself aloud in order to get these thoughts out of his head. He would not know how things would be until tonight when he was at dinner with his father. All he could do was wait.
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That only took a year to get the next chapter out. Hopefully all made sense. Next chapter I hope to release next week. Hey next if I am not lazy I’ll draw a picture for all. That being said let me know your thoughts!
Bye for now!
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Can't wait for more!