Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Love Is Not Blind ❯ Personal Servant ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

 

A knock on his chamber door made Pharaoh Atemu grunt angrily. He was still sleepy even though he had started dressing for the day. Another knock and Atemu growled, “Be silent!” He belted his shenti around his waist and straightened his crown before calling out in a more soothed tone, “Enter.”

 

Isis came in and asked, “Are you under the weather, my Pharaoh?”

 

“When I'm disturbed in the early morning, yes.” Atemu grumbled. He composed himself and asked, “Is something wrong, Isis?”

 

“I…” Isis hesitated. “You no longer have a personal servant, is that true?”

 

“It is. Why? Have you found someone? Not another dancing girl, I hope. The last one tried to bed herself with me.” Atemu said.

 

“Yes I was aware of that, my lord.” Isis replied. “My Necklace told me that this girl I found would be your new personal servant.”

 

Atemu's eyes widened. “Your Necklace told you? I thought your Necklace only showed visions of important events.”

 

“I believe that this girl is important, my Pharaoh. Her name is Sagira and…do you remember last night? When the dancing girls had to be dismissed?”

 

Atemu laughed. “Yes. I remember.”

 

Isis sighed. “Sagira was the girl who ruined the dancing.”

 

“I said no more dancing girls as my personal servant! Get a male servant, Isis. I don't wish for another female servant. At least a male servant won't try to bed with me.”

 

“Ah, but a male servant is more likely to kill you whilst you sleep.” Isis pointed out.

 

Atemu slipped on his shoes with golden embroidery. “I'll take my chances.”

 

“But, my lord…Sagira is not a dancing girl. She mends their clothing. I have seen her doing so before the performance last night. My Necklace showed me visions of this girl mending your clothes and doing the things only the Pharaoh's personal servant would do. My lord, if my Necklace predicts it, then it must be so!” Isis gasped and covered her mouth. She had done the unthinkable. She had…raised her voice to the Pharaoh.

 

Atemu didn't seem to mind, because he stared at her and soaked in what she had said. He finally sighed heavily and said, “Bring her here and I shall question her to see if she is truly worthy of this job.”

 

Isis bowed. “Thank you, my Pharaoh.”

 

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Isis led Sagira down the corridors towards the Pharaoh's chambers. As the Pharaoh's personal servant, Sagira would have to know her way around this part of the palace. For this reason, Isis let Sagira feel around the walls and touch any decorative vases or statuettes.

 

Finally, they were at the Pharaoh's chambers. Isis had not yet told Sagira that she was to meet Pharaoh Atemu in person. Sagira felt the door and finally looked in Isis's direction.

 

“Is this where my new job is?” Sagira asked.

 

“Yes. Now when you go inside, do exactly what your new employer commands of you. And when he questions you, do not lie. Do you understand, Sagira?”

 

“I understand. I would not lie, Priestess.” Sagira said. She touched the door handle and pushed it open. Once the door shut behind the blind girl, Isis left, satisfied.

 

Atemu stared at the young girl about his age standing at the door. Her eyes were a glassy blue color and her pupils were a very foggy color. Her raven hair was long, just a thumb's length below her shoulders. It was braided with golden thread which made it appear very exotic. Her light gray dress reflected her skin beautifully. All-in-all, Atemu found her quite attractive, but this was business, certainly not pleasure.

 

Sagira shifted uncomfortably. Was her employer in the same room? Was this the right place? Maybe she was alone. “Is anyone else there?”

 

Atemu blinked in surprise. I was right, he thought. She cannot see. Why in the name of Ra would Isis send her to be my personal servant? “Are you Sagira?”

 

Sagira caught her breath. That voice! She recognized that voice! It was the voice of the Pharaoh. She bowed slightly. “P-Please forgive me, your Majesty. I…I must have come to the wrong place…”

 

“Why do you think that?”

 

“W-W-Well…I…Isis told me that she was—”

 

“I am your employer and Isis chose you to become my personal servant.” Atemu interrupted.

 

Sagira closed her mouth and Atemu saw her face twist with embarrassment and shock. He had never encountered a person with such vivid facial expressions. “Is something wrong? If you do not want the job, I will send you back to Dalila.”

 

“No please! What would I have to do?”

 

“What are you able to do?” Atemu asked seriously.

 

Sagira gulped and said, “As you know, my lord, I am blind. I cannot do much, but I can mend clothes and I can prepare meals a little. But I have not prepared a meal since before my brother was born. I can run errands and…” Sagira had never really thought about how much her blindness interfered with her daily rituals. She felt ashamed of her blindness whereas she had once thought it made her unique.

 

Atemu sensed something was wrong and asked, “What is it?”

 

“Nothing, my lord. That is…really all I can do.”

 

Atemu nodded. He felt pity for this little blind girl welling up inside. “I would like you to be my personal servant, Sagira. You will need to mend my clothes, should they rip. I might also have you run errands or find something for me. You will also bring me my evening meals. Don't worry; I won't have you taste my food to make sure it's not poisoned.”

 

“I was told you were fed little bits of poison each day since you were very young so that you would be immune to any poison.” Sagira replied, blushing. Her blush deepened when she heard the Pharaoh laugh.

 

“Yes.” he said. “You heard correctly.” Atemu watched her move about the room cautiously and gracefully. Her movements were like a skittish kitten exploring its new home. She ran her hands along the floors, the stones in the walls, the small tables where Atemu kept important documents on papyrus.

 

Then she came to the curtains that led out to the balcony. Atemu held back a chuckle of amusement when Sagira tried to lean on the curtains, but fell onto the balcony in the process. She stood and continued feeling around the room. He threw on his blood red cape while she touched and felt his bed.

 

“Where shall I sleep, my lord?” Sagira asked. “Will I have some cushions in the corner?”

 

Atemu looked at her. She was standing on the other side of the bed, holding the top sheet in her hands. She looked almost childlike in that instant. Atemu made a thinking noise in his throat. “I will…have to decide that matter later. I have a meeting to tend to.”

 

“You don't sound very happy.” Sagira whispered softly.

 

“I'm not supposed to be happy. Ruling a country is a serious business.”

 

“So is dancing. But you can still be happy.” Sagira said.

 

Atemu was at the door by now, but he stopped and turned to look at her. She hadn't moved from her spot and the bedsheet was still in her hands. “You are not a dancer.”

 

“But I still know how to dance. And I am happy when I dance. Why aren't you happy when you are ruling our fair Egypt?”

 

The Pharaoh didn't answer her question. He simply said, “I will return for my evening meal.”

 

Sagira heard the door close and all was quiet. She stood very still, like a statue and listened. The wind whistled quietly from the balcony. With it came the sounds of people going about their daily business. Shouts and loud talks, possibly it was about trades and buying. The voices were tied together like millions of stitches and Sagira couldn't make them out.

 

She felt the bedsheet slowly. She pressed her face close to it and inhaled the scent. A flowery scent mixed with something she couldn't name. Something warm and masculine; the Pharaoh's scent. Sagira sighed happily. She was going to like this new job.

 

“Oh thank you, Isis. Thank you so much.” Sagira whispered quietly.

 

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