In ancient times

Chapter 6

          I entered his wing of the palace, and the hushed whispers of the servants echoed throughout the halls. The scent of jasmine perfume the air, no doubt Bulma’s requested as such. I remember feeling my palms become sweaty, and my heart raced. 

          “What do you want here High Priest?”

          That voice, it grated my nerves to a breaking point every time I heard it. “I am here to speak to the Pharaoh.”

          He crossed his burly powerful arms, his face riddled with annoyance. “What ever you have to discuss with the Pharaoh you can discuss with me Priest.”

          “Brolly what are you here?”

          “I am commander and general of the army, Priest.” Brolly sneered.

          “Aye indeed you are, a commander and general, not the Pharaoh. What I need to discuss to the Pharaoh is only for the Pharaoh’s ears.”

          “Do not cross me priest.”

          “That is High Priest to you commander. Don’t forget that.” Never before had I been so stern to another, but it seems Brolly was the only one that could bring it out in me, and flashing my title to the man was an added bonus. He was a foot solider with a title, but foot solider none the less, and I ensured he knew that I was above him. With a shove of my shoulder I passed him, never breaking my stride. 

          Reaching his door I felt an ominous dread, should I enter without permission, or show my charge and enter? The what ifs and what I should do plagued me, and I knew for certain Brolly watched me inner turmoil, I know now my choice was a way to prove to Brolly of my higher importance; instead of knocking and waiting for permission to enter, I charged forward.

          My gut wrenched from what I saw, Vegeta the Pharaoh doing some light workouts with a young woman below him, a woman that was not Bulma. I couldn’t help but stare, the hurt faded as I watched him work, watched his muscled back tense and loosen with each powerful thrust, watched as the woman arched and moaned loudly clinging on to the Pharaoh; I never made my wife moan like that, never made her look so pleased. My voice was caught, stuck in my chest.

          It was he who noticed me, staring into me as he continued his movements, never stopping; it looked as if he became more excited once he noticed me, his movements increased, I knew he was near, I smelt it.

          With a grunt he stilled, never removing his eyes from my perverted gaze as he spilled himself in the young girl. I never felt more jealous in my life, I wanted to be the girl below him, feel his power, feel his seed, taste it.

          “High Priest can I help you?” He nearly purred my title, the girl on the other hand wasn’t so pleased with my voyeurism; she scrambled to her feet, bowing before the Pharaoh and raced out the room a sheet her cover.

          “Vegeta…” My voice was leaving me with each moment his intense gaze held me.

          He nearly growled at me. “That is Pharaoh, high priest.”

          My heart sunk further, my privilege of speaking his name has been removed; but I couldn’t complain or argue, I had crushed him, thrown away his confessions, I broken his heart, and now I had to accept his hate, and bitterness towards me. “Now explain why you are here.”

          “Yes Pharaoh.” I bowed down to him, keeping my gaze from him. “I have heard in great detail of your unfortunate defeat, and I believe I know a strategy to win back the lost city.”

          “Really Priest, stand and come with me, explain your strategy.” As I stood, I watched him cover himself with a beautiful red robe; I couldn’t help but admire the color and how it complimented him so well. Anything he wore would look astounding on him, even rags.  

          The walk to his war room was silent, I had much time to truly reflect on my feeling for him, and I knew the deep emotions I have for him is love; but alas to was far too late for me, I had ruined my chance with him, the thoughts of it being a crime long forgotten. I never felt this way towards my wife, I would willing give my life for this man if it would only grace me with a touch of his hand.

          I told him everything I knew that day, I explained the theories I had, and how I believed it would help him in his further endeavours; he say there solemn as he listened, few words were exchanged between us. I knew in the end he took everything I had said in deep consideration with a few commands.

          The command he made was something that shook me and I believe will forever change the duties of a High Priest.

          “High Priest from this day forth, you will accompany me on all war councils, and will be one of my lead advisors. I cannot deny you have a great insight for one whom has been locked in your temple and duties on the workings of war and mayhap funds of the social workings.” He stood making his way to the door, my heart pounded by his next words. “I will start construction on a new addition on the palace, it will be your new home.”

          “Pharaoh, I am greatly honoured but I must stay in the temple.”

          “It will be the new temple, slowly we will integrate the temple you have now to the new one. I will accept no protest. What I say is law, and I am demanding it. It will take some time.” With that he left me there, in his war room with more thoughts then I bargain for. Yes this was doing to be devastating.  

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