(This roleplay is rated M for mature themes, violence, love angles that might not be all that attractive to some, and colourful language and scenes.)
Spoiler: Necolita Tao
Spoiler: Amenhotep Tao
The sounds of the khopesh swinging through the air and clanging together was all that could be heard on this side of the palace. The practice of the battle was done in a sand pit to make it harder for one to move and to practice what would actually be needed to be done when it ever came time for a war to be fought. The arena was lined with a wooden rail allowing a ring of sorts so others were not blindly wander into a battle like the one that was happening now. It also allowed a place for spectators to lean to watch. None would take the royal seats that were set on a small stage on one side of the arena so the part of the army that was watching the match and waiting their own turn to enter the ring were leaning on the rail and watching with excitement and baited breath.
Amenhotep fought his brother with all he had had, the sweat running down his muscles in the hot afternoon sun. His adopted brother was the only fighter in the whole cavalry that held any candle to Amen's abilities. He still hadn't managed to find out if that was because the others were too afraid to hurt the crowned prince or if he really was that much better. In any case, this fight was a challenge for both of them as it was the hottest day in a very long time and neither of them was willing to let up and allow the other a victory without taking it strongly and sternly from the other.
A few more swings and holds later Amen finally asked, "Ready to give up yet, brother? Father probably wants us to prepare for the feast tonight." This was followed by a grunt and another flurry of matched hits between the two and another hold. He was trying so very hard to distract his brother and though it was difficult, it had to be done if he wanted to win. "How many do you think will try for Necolita's hand tonight?"
Necolita was upstairs being primped and polished until she glowed. The maids were bathing her and making sure that her braids were immaculate. She was the only royal woman left in the palace now and it was a terrible burden to bear. So for the entire day before a large feast like this she was polished and catered on to make sure that there could not possibly be a woman there that would outshine her.
Being almost 18 now her father had been trying to have her married a dozen times already. Somehow Necolita managed to make it not stick every single time. There was always a reason that the wedding was not a good idea but she was running out of options as she knew her father was running out of patience. Thankfully, though tonight was not fully in her honour, tonight would be a night where Amenhotep might be able to choose his first wife finally. Both of them were quite old for not being married yet but their father was still quite healthy so they did not yet need to worry about keeping the family line alive forever. That was still to their father to worry about.
All around Necolita her room shined with the polished stone that was her floors and walls. The warm and rich carpets on the floor served to keep her feet warm in the night when she woke and make sure that the room looked wealthy more than anything else. As far as she was concerned, Necolita never wanted to marry. She had grown up being trained to be the perfect princess, which she was...except for this part of the "job". In any case she sat there as the maids continued to prepare her for the dinner and gossiped around her as she sat quietly trying to think of another excuse for not getting married.
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