*This fic contains intersexuality, if you don't feel comfortable don't move on.*
Deep down, anyone who could see her naked knew that the legend that that woman was a soul collector. Black ink snaked its way down the curves of her torso to her hips, etching her skin in glorious pride over nothing less than the life of those who wished her harm.As slyly demonic was it, the fresh body of an afterdeath by poison still lay on the carpet of her royal office, it was the place where he dealt with business... The very high walls, the books on the shelves and the paintings of his ancestors had already witnessed terrible misfortunes that that woman had already suffered for those who wanted her desirable body, or just her head at a price for to be so powerful and have so much at hand.Naturally, she left the room, putting the golden hijab on her completely straight brown hair and headed to her room, claiming that she was not feeling well. It was clear that he always felt extremely well after killing an enemy, so much so that he enjoyed these moments of personal peace in his own presence, because there was no nobody that made him better than herself since by understanding, she knew herself in every inch and there was no need for silly explanations.She would sit on her bed, throw off any inch of fabric that got in her way, and lie naked on the sheets, the smooth strands falling over her breasts and her brown eyes focusing on the yellowish lights of her bedroom, so peacefully the next day another few more inches of her backs would cover and the whole cycle would repeat itself again.Attract those who hated her and had bad interests with her, liquidated no matter what, because enemies cut each other off at the root and there was no incentive for them to multiply. Over his spine was completely covered in paint, all over his back with the menacing strokes, and at the other end the terrifyingly seductive designs. One more death? Another covered piece, displaying enemy defeats as a trophy to be squandered.Not for many, because there weren't any men capable of seeing her naked after her husband's death. But she carried it with her, and it was enough for her that she treated the lives of men as useless as a prize in the form of a tattoo.It grew into legend for years, wherever that woman went, a crowd of people gathered in the distance, whispering in her ear that she was the soul collector princess, the one who killed men for pleasure and had each kill tattooed on her back like a map of death.Gloriously admired for her strength as Nefertiti, feared for her bloodthirsty vengeance as Cleopatra, the want-and-taker as Nefertari, it didn't do any good to get into trouble with her. They wondered what the design could look like, wondered if she covered herself up so much to hide how much she had already killed. Everything was a question since her husband left and she was left alone.It had been five years since the princess had become the widow of a man as powerful as she was in the East, ever since she seemed to become a vulnerable woman by being a widow, the state's persecutions began. They wanted her head because she was still influential for the low-income Egyptian people, who took to the streets to protest, in addition to that she still owned land that American multinationals would battle in blood to get by the billions.They tried to kill her at any cost.Just as Arab Sheiks came to Cairo, sat at his dinner table and tried to invest in gallantry to have his heart, for the so little seen and exposed beauty, but so talked about wherever he could hear his name go by. The real situation of that woman was to live in extremes, they wanted her in the same circumstances as they wanted her head at a price.Which didn't make her fearful, just cautious and smart to isolate herself from any threat.Back completely tattooed sustaining the fame of collect souls and live with your face publicly covered, Aistarabaw I of Egypt she is a generous princess when she wants what interests her, but very perverse when she feels threatened. The advice was unique not to get involved in that woman's ways: not the to have irritated to become the next day just a piece of what filled your skin.***Lauren's POVDon't repeat this to yourself even in jest.I glanced at the clock at its nervous tics trying to compete with me over who was more frantic to point out my delays. He ended up winning when he touched on the six and gave me the full realization that they were 30 minutes. I'm being a disaster at realizing I'm thirty fucking minutes late for the most important meeting of my final year of professional training, how do I get a fucking scholarship and degree from Yale at that level idiot of delay? Definitely not.“Fuck, don't fuck with me.I looked at the red light and drummed my thumbs on the steering wheel trying to find some peace within myself. I want this vacancy, but showing unpreparedness by being late right after presenting and receiving a good doctoral degree is not the best alternative.This is a one-day thing, I Never I've been late all this time, but something that night kept me in bed to the point where I couldn't get up with my alarm clock. Pure martyrdom, maybe it's some punishment from a superior God or something, why didn't this exception happen tomorrow? On a perfect, sunny Saturday?I touched my cell phone analyzing the latest messages, these were from my advisor, he who gave me the opportunity to participate in the meeting of Doctors of History at Yale, they wanted to address particular situations, his desire to include me on the faculty was implicit, it was the opportunity I had, I was ready and with everything fresh in mind to exercise this position at Yale, I studied my whole life there, undergraduate, master's and doctorate, Exactly nine years dedicating myself to this for a delay to push me over the cliff.It was the most torturous 60 seconds I had to get back on the gas and overtake the chevy gray that was in front of me accelerating as much as I could, the fines could be paid off that wonderful Yale salary, I can't be late any longer. As I parked my car and quickly got out, grabbing my purse from the passenger seat, I glanced at myself in the rearview mirror, trying to soften my expression.I took a deep breath and activated the alarm walking across the parking lot, wedging my heels into the lawns to cut corners and line up in a perfectly presentable posture as I entered the university and faced with young people going back and forth. I ducked down the side stairs and into the elevator, glancing over my shoulder and getting the look of a short lady, did she work there? I had never seen her before in my life, but I offered her a polite smile, which she returned with a curt nod.— Which floor are you going to? – I asked looking at her.“For the same as yours.I nodded taking a step back holding my leather bag in front of me. Damn Lauren. I couldn't help but feel guilty, I might miss out on my dream opportunity here and now. The elevator also seemed to be part of that plot that made me go crazy. It lasted seconds that felt like years.I sighed in relief as I got out of the elevator and walked through the corridors stopping in front of the exact room, listening to a low conversation, the same woman who was in the elevator with me came right away, she noticed my face of confusion and I just went ahead to open the door and leave let her go in first. I stepped suspiciously into the room, receiving Mr. Gold, my advisor.—Mrs. Jauregui, she's late... - He spoke low, I gave a negative nod, I was going to say earlier that I was terribly upset about that situation, but the woman in the elevator seemed to be faster.— Sorry, I monopolize the young woman in the center hall, we just found out we were doing art history and I didn't even know she was coming to our meeting, it was all my fault Mr Gold. – I looked at her startled, widening my eyes slightly, she kept her gaze on my advisor who seemed all melted by her presence, they all were, and I didn't even know their name. It was a help, she was giving me a hand here, I was too shocked to manage to say anything with any cohesion."Apologies accepted, that's very nice Lauren, I see you've met Mrs. Ursel. – He spoke excitedly, as if I was already intimate with that lady, even though I had no idea who she represented within the university. I just overdid myself by smiling awkwardly and letting her help me, later I could thank her without any fear.I looked at the group of professors who had even taught me at that university and they all seemed excited and familiar with my presence, whoever this Miss Ursel was, she was good enough to even erase my memory delay disaster.— Let's get down to business, I have great news for you from Brussels, you should already know in advance that you've been chosen. - The woman spoke excitedly putting her bag aside, and Mrs. Gold gave me a chair next to her, I could breathe with some relief watching her as I was the only one standing explaining her pretensions.— The text was perfect, we want you for the expedition. – She simply spoke as if she justified everything. I looked at Gold who was beyond excited, he looked over his shoulder and saw my confusion.— We are going to Egypt on an expedition with the Royal Museum of Art and History in Brussels, they chose us because I submitted their latest paper on research into pyramid art, this is the first official expedition you will be participating in Miss Jauregui, smile broadly that we can take your name down in history, your grandparents in Mexico will be delighted to hear that their surname has ended up in museums across Europe. – He whispered at a speed that made me process the news in a frantic way.I was in pure ecstasy as I realized that the woman in the elevator was the most important presence in the meeting and that she literally saved me from a nightmare that would shatter years of my dedication. I just wanted to hug her frantically to distribute kisses on that angelic face of the lady of the field.— The months will be open for determinations, but we are going to stipulate a year so that we can finish everything as calmly as possible, finding out what we have at hand. – She spoke in an encouraging way, her hands gesturing in the air. I was in, I'm going to Egypt representing Yale.I was so excited that I wanted to be able to let out all those feelings, but I held back, paying attention to every detail she spoke about, and it was in the course of her speeches that I realized her position within the Museum in Brussels, they represented them, it was an important historian who invited expeditions to Universities with well-placed historians.It was the most satisfying chance I've ever had.In the end, the meeting that I thought was about something specific within the university, was nothing less than a position expected by them, everyone lived with expectations. I was already caught up in a thousand plans, mentally tracing all my steps to go on this trip, what came after this one year away would be the consequences.I love consequences, because I've always done everything so right that they always came in tones of goodwill for me.Ursel spoke to Gold privately when the meeting was over, and then asked to speak with me privately, I watched as she reached for her purse on the table as everyone left in long, excited strides.“They don't understand that historians need to be late for pleasantries, we always need something more to tell. - She seemed so pleased talking to me that way while rummaging in something inside her purse. I felt good, because she made me feel good with her defensive stance at my terrible delay.— I am immensely grateful that you lied for me, I don't know what happened and you saved my chances within the University. “I needed to be honest with that lady. She smiled so sympathetically, the most marked features of her face were projected in an angled nose and hair that went to her shoulders in a dark reddish brown tone, she wore just like me, a well-cut pantsuit, she would be easily confused as any teacher in high school. Yale, not like a museum Belgian.— I think I had a good feeling with your friendliness in the elevator, I loved your article on Egypt, you seem to know a lot about Egypt, fruit of good research or recurring visits to Alexandria and Cairo? – She asked looking over her shoulder. And I was flattered that my work was on the way to greater recognition. I worked hard on it.— Just research, I haven't had the pleasure of going to Egypt yet.She smiled even wider.— Well, get ready, we'll go, see you next week in the expedition group?It was so surreal that she would ask so matter-of-factly, but I nodded with a smirk trying to internally pretend that position was nothing more than flattering. From a PhD to an expedition sponsored by an international Museum.I am fucking good.She was gone as soon as she gave me a polite goodbye, clutching her bag the same way she came in. Gold was waiting for me outside, he looked at me over the lenses of his glasses, curious about the powerful woman intending to speak with me alone.— She loved its potential, reading everything she wrote was what made her decide for us, if the expedition is from Yale it was the result of her research, I think it's a good time to commemorate Mrs. Jauregui, you are definitely from Yale. – He touched my shoulder and smiled, making me excited about the prospects of recognition. I worked with Gold from the moment I finished my degree and got involved with the Masters, and he was so kind to be such a respected professor within Yale to give me help two times in a row, it was 5 years of joint Masters and Ph. I dedicated myself exclusively to the University, without employing myself in anything other than the scholarships I always received, I always aimed at a position within here.And today it became real.I contained my excited spasms in the hall when I saw that there were still a few of my old teachers there, they smiled at me.— To think that seeing you studying in our classrooms would bring you here, as our work partner, is priceless. – That was Rudolph, he was short, he loved straight-cut trousers and sometimes wore a beret matching his cashmere, he was of Portuguese descent, I remember him telling about his childhood in Lisbon. His tender smile was the complete opposite of class moments, he was always one of the most feared men inside Yale for his complex assessments. I was always the last one out of all of them."The pleasure is all mine, I truly appreciate it."— No more formalities needed, we're on the same team now, let's do justice to that. – He paused to call me so that we could go to the elevator together with his work partner. I'm younger than most of the professors at this university by a good 30 years if not more.They accompanied me downstairs and we soon parted ways with the certainty that we would all meet again next week, and I really needed to get back home and sort out my whole life before leaving on a year-long trip. Before going, I allowed myself to have a reinforced coffee.Calling my parents, talking to my building manager, leaving money for bills...I've never been so happy to have so much to do."Flight AA5413 - Departs scheduled at 5:50pm - Terminal F - Gate 36 - Arrives at 6:56pm in Philadelphia with a layover of approximately 2h13min."We would have two hours in Philadelphia before embarking on another layover that would leave us another eight hours and fifteen minutes in London. The route is not the smallest, but the results that this trip can bring make any obstacle satisfactory. Ursel was by my side, and of all the most exciting things that happened, having her as a partner was indeed one of the most exciting things, she really seemed to trust me, maybe it's this feeling thing.I could already predict that for all this time away from home, it would be her and Mr. Gold the closest to me. They were the ones who sat beside me on the plane, patiently waiting for the first leg of our trip to end in one of the most hospitable cities in the United States.For that short commute, I busied myself reading a few books, ditching the blazer and keeping as casual as possible while
Oh, what does she want? For me to kneel down and apologize more? Haven't I asked enough? Didn't Ursel do this for our mistakes? Why make this kind of relationship difficult if we are going to be in your country for a year?— I ask you to forgive my lack of common sense, I promise to improve these very inappropriate behaviors... – I paused briefly trying not to disrespect him and rolled my eyes.— Your Highness. – I completed taking a step back, letting Ursel be responsible for talking to that bitch. I just replied her arrogant security guard, I understand that I overdid myself for not being used to it, but I didn't need such an exaggerated attitude like that.I know I need to improve on this but it wasn't my fault that man was so rude. Maybe it wasn't impressive at all, since for all her bluntness she seemed to be just as much as he was in demand things around. She is not my princess.“I want time to talk with you, I am immensely interested in what you will be doing here, and I on
It seems like something out of a movie, her security scheme is one of the most surreal things I've ever seen in my life.As our cars approached the mansion, I could see the black corvettes parked in the driveway, escorting not only her into the house, but us for being her guests. The sun was so hot when I got out of the car, looking confused at the wide green lawn that led to the entrance of what looked more like a palace in the form of a mansion.The Arabic decoration, so beautiful and ostentatious, white walls with these dark brown details, balconies with flowers and decorated vases, grass so well manicured to be so exposed to the sun. It felt hospitable, even if I felt more than I suspected.I looked over the row of Land Rovers parked one behind the other and our group of historians descended with a twinkle in their eyes to enjoy that so beautiful view of the pyramids so close to this princess's mansion, in the background, it would take 10 minutes by car and nothing more.She is
POV NarratorThe princess walked irritably in her room, waiting for Normani to arrive in her chambers to give her sequential orders.He didn't want the green-eyed brunette there.Her disgust was serious and true, she couldn't bear to remember a touch that she didn't allow to feel on her body, it repressed her wills and her feeling of good will. It wasn't she who left her home in Egypt and went to America, it was the Americans who came to her country, it was not she herself who had to adapt to their customs, but the opposite.When the woman, whom she designated her personal assistant, touched the door and entered the room, Karila He threw her a full, heavy look that let her know they already had a lot to talk about. For years Normani held that position, when he left home in South Africa aged 15 and moved to Cairo. Karila found her before getting married, her father's insistence to get married drove her crazy, but she resisted for a long time, Normani listened to h
Lauren's POVI only woke up a few hours later, because the cold breeze that entered my clothes made me shiver and I needed to get out of that desert night. A little disconcerted after just waking up. I didn't want dinner either, a knock on the door was all I got, a woman with shiny black skin, dark brown eyes looked straight at me, she seemed to be wearing some kind of all black suit, dress shoes closed, so serious and so intimidating , the scarf on her head was the only thing with color that stood out about her, dark red with gold accents.— I'm Normani, I've come to prepare your bath at Ursel's command. – She spoke directly, her rigidity was unique. Arabs are like that, I had already read about how they could be less warm at times."Thanks, you can come in." I said absently, looking down at my own outfit, remembering that the shirt was open to the middle, showing my bra in a way that obviously put her off. Hell, like I'm just pulling out terrible here. It was easily
POV Narratornext morningThat morning the princess looked good-humoured, her only thought being that her pretensions to frighten the foreigner had come off so well that she would sit at that table, and that woman he wouldn't be there, luckily for him maybe he'd left just yesterday. It was what she wanted.He never ran out of what he wanted.That morning, unlike the day before where humiliation seemed to have touched her for some time, she felt superior to her own uncontrolled feelings, it had been too long since someone had disrespected her or made her weak.She covered her face last, with the red hijab, leaving the opening in her neck so that she could eat in peace. Normani was waiting for her in the hallway, the door to the room next to hers closed. She walked beside her right arm, going down the stairs and walking towards the dining room.Her guests hadn't started eating, as they were waiting for her for that meal, and they were there, all sitting a
POV NarratorKarila was informed that afternoon that a very well-placed man from Arabia wanted to be in her presence. It was news enough for her to assign Normani a further background search, focused on finding him on Friday of that week.Karila didn't mind remembering Lauren that afternoon, it seemed such a forgettable presence from his point of view, that his focus had already changed to another by the time the historian left the house, leaving him no remorse or concern.The mansion felt empty without the large group of historians who had left for their research. She was inside her conference room, holding a pen, focusing on notes under her fingers. She was going to travel, she needed to meet another woman, whose identity was restricted because she also had a superior position in another country in the Arab sphere and she was resigned to having to be on a maximum security mission to get out of the country.Every move calculated.They spent hours talking on
In that dayLauren's POVCompletely in love.Love at first sight.That afternoon I found the highlight of everything I went to do in that country. It seemed a sweet irony to realize that everything I was looking for sounded infinitely greater than the adversities faced up to that moment, putting millions of certainties inside me when thinking that we were going after something big and that I couldn't give up.Ursel is an interesting lead, taking into account that I don't have experience in face-to-face research, and that my area goes beyond the one there, she managed to give me a confidence that I only felt before with Mr. Gold. Every beginning is filled with our expectations, whether they are minimal or not, on our team there were four professors from Yale with a degree in History with a specialization in Archaeology, and they managed to be practical when explaining that we were following the trails of success.Rudolph defended that we should fall into the seduction of maritime