Snakes and Social Ladders

And with my inevitable expulsion from MH,

Thanks for stickin’ round so long guys.

Left alone in her room for the night, Cleo shuddered. It was as though, somewhere in the palace, Nefera was laughing. Evilly laughing. The younger of the two sisters couldn’t hear it, but somehow, she just knew.

She lifted a cucumber from one eye, just to check that the older princess’ plans didn’t have anything to do with her, before replacing it and returning to enjoying the facial treatment she had finally received. In the morning, she would awaken clean and refreshed, and ready for her first appointment... and more importantly, her date.

Cleo pushed her way to the front of the crowd of servants that had gathered around her sister, ready to confront the older princess for disappearing for so long without telling anyone where she was going, or if and when she was going to be back. “Well, well, look what Bastet dragged in. If you’re done making everyone worry for your well-being, I’ll take a few of the servants along with me to worry about mine, mmkay?”

She then marched into the kitchen, a proud look on her face. “So, my food is cold by now, I guess? Ah! Too bad. Then I am probably forced to go up to my room and…” she charmingly headed to the stairs, “…skip dinner.”

Skip dinner, wake up thinner! No?

Two windows nearby broke and at least five babies in the neighborhood started to cry.

Nefera turned away, not willing to eat at all. “Get away from me or I will call my lawyers!” She yelled at her servants, before getting up from the chair, not a single bite of food in her stomach.

“And you, you disappointment!” She pushed Cleo away. “Dare to insult me again and I will throw you out from my balcony, you failure! You are fat and- and ugly! And envious! And-”

She turned to the waiting servants. “I want Cleo to be taken out of the room now. She is annoying me with her stupidity and hurting me with her endless ugliness. Do as I say or I will call my father!”

One of the servants spoke up, telling Nefera that they could call Ramses as well and tell him that his daughter was not willing to eat.

“I AM willing to eat! I just don’t have an appetite when Cleo is there. Her birth was a mistake and I want her to leave!” Nefera answered angrily, acting like her sister was not in the room.

A servant walked towards the younger princess, giving her an ‘Alright, let’s get out of here’ glance.

Cleo pushed her way to the front of the crowd of servants that had gathered around her sister, ready to confront the older princess for disappearing for so long without telling anyone where she was going, or if and when she was going to be back. “Well, well, look what Bastet dragged in. If you’re done making everyone worry for your well-being, I’ll take a few of the servants along with me to worry about mine, mmkay?”

She then marched into the kitchen, a proud look on her face. “So, my food is cold by now, I guess? Ah! Too bad. Then I am probably forced to go up to my room and…” she charmingly headed to the stairs, “…skip dinner.”

Skip dinner, wake up thinner! No?

Two windows nearby broke and at least five babies in the neighborhood started to cry.

Nefera turned away, not willing to eat at all. “Get away from me or I will call my lawyers!” She yelled at her servants, before getting up from the chair, not a single bite of food in her stomach.

“And you, you disappointment!” She pushed Cleo away. “Dare to insult me again and I will throw you out from my balcony, you failure! You are fat and- and ugly! And envious! And-”

Cleo pushed her way to the front of the crowd of servants that had gathered around her sister, ready to confront the older princess for disappearing for so long without telling anyone where she was going, or if and when she was going to be back. “Well, well, look what Bastet dragged in. If you’re done making everyone worry for your well-being, I’ll take a few of the servants along with me to worry about mine, mmkay?”

She then marched into the kitchen, a proud look on her face. “So, my food is cold by now, I guess? Ah! Too bad. Then I am probably forced to go up to my room and…” she charmingly headed to the stairs, “…skip dinner.”

Skip dinner, wake up thinner! No?

Cleo pushed her way to the front of the crowd of servants that had gathered around her sister, ready to confront the older princess for disappearing for so long without telling anyone where she was going, or if and when she was going to be back. “Well, well, look what Bastet dragged in. If you’re done making everyone worry for your well-being, I’ll take a few of the servants along with me to worry about mine, mmkay?”