Osahar awoke in his linen bed sheets and his heart started to speed with the rising of the sun. The shadows of the morning faded away into nothing. Osahar slowly moved out of his large bed and placed his feet onto the cool brick. Today was the day he had been born for, the day he would be remembered for years to come.
Osahar moved to the large white pillars and touched the pale faces of the smoothed brick, watching grasses beyond his palace. The wind soothed her way between each blade and then kicked up to blow on His Majesty. Osahar grinned, the Gods were accepting the day. They were praising him.
The early servants moved around, the gigantic wooden doors eased open as they whistled in the room with Osahar's mother, Amisi. She walked to the large bed and sat down him, touching the white linen blanket.
Osahar said nothing to her but went to the servants who stood by with his necessities. Two women held out his white coat which he slid into quickly. They moved about him, stripping him of his clothes and tying on the ones for today.
A tunic of white, blessed with dark blue designed in it like the Nile and gold stitched in to make it gleam in the eyes of Ra. A skirt made of the same pattern draped around his hips and the sheer white coat to top it all off.
The servants moved him to the mirror, now lit with large fires to improve the lighting. They went at him with rouge sticks and lip-gloss. Painting his olive skin for the glorious day of today. One of the servants held the nail polish for him but Osahar opted out.
They took out the wooden pallet and ground together the ingredients for the eye makeup. A holy man whispering the prayers for all the gods to bless their Pharaoh.
"You look beautiful, Pharaoh." Amisi whispered to him and Osahar looked to her now. She was wilted, her skin grown flabby with time. Her black hair was streaked with white and gray, making her look older than what she should have been. Osahar could not help the cringe in his shoulders, running down his spine. His mother was not the beautiful woman she once was anymore.
Osahar nodded to her words but said nothing in reply. He instead moved to the servants prepared for the eye make-up. The swiftly moved about his dark eyes, shaping them correctly. Osahar waited until the last bits of movement were done with before he stood up and picked up the mirror. He looked into it and smiled with his red lips. He truly was the God he was meant to be.
The male servants arrived with Osahar's headpiece. He stood toward the great river of the Nile as they placed it on top of his head. Osahar felt a surge run throughout him, lighting his mere veins on fire. His mother whispered about his beauty again and Osahar couldn't agree more with her. The Gods couldn't have chosen a more beautiful man, he thought to himself.
The winds blew into the palace again and Osahar lifted his hand up, looking away from the servants who quickly dropped to their feet in a deep bow. He was finished with them for now. They moved, eyes on the floor at all times, and quietly exited. Osahar looked to his mother, holding out his hand.
"Today, we embrace the Gods." Osahar said delighted as his mother took his hand and he guided her toward the door. She left peacefully, a smile on her face and looking away from her son.
Osahar looked to the river again, moving past the white curtains. The sun broke past the clouds and blasted a ray onto the palace, it was a sign of acceptance.
"Today is the day, we embrace the Gods." He repeated.
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