Ramses ignores his question, and glares at him for a moment, then sits on his bed, relaxed. "Get me the artist who did this statue." he says.

"Do you or do you not drink out of emotional strain?" The advisor repeats looking at The Pharaoh with a serious eye. He thinks for a moment and sighs.

"Are you ill? What plagues you?" He ignores the command, as Rameses did with his question.

"I'm the Pharaoh." he repeats. Seeing his confusion he adds on, "I have lots of responsibility. And no, I am not ill." Then he shakes his head. "Get me the artist." he says again.

"You have handled your responsibilities well before. I am not your slave Ramses. I am your advisor, priest, and friend of your departed father. Why do your responsibilities cause you to try and forget now?" He takes a deep breath, and looks at The Pharaoh.

Ramses walks over to Saites, and leans down and whispers in his ear. "Rebellion." he says, his breath smelling of alcohol.

"Who?" Saites frowns looking serious.

"Why, that's the most preposterous..." He shakes his head and closes his eyes. He tries to ignore the smell of alcohol, but coughs slightly.

"The Nubian state...that my father conquered." Ramses said. He looked over his shoulder, and saw his wife and daughter talking.

"Drinking will not enforce your rule. A visit, an iron fist, the military, they all will. Force may not be necessary but a grip definitely is. What is to stop the surrounding territories from breaking off as well, if you lose this state?" Saites says quietly looking at the two women.

"Calm yourself Ramses. You need to be at your sharpest in the coming days." Saites states.

Ramses nods. He takes deep breaths. "Assemble the generals." he says, then adds, "Please. We will have a meeting tonight."

Saites sighs and stands up, not accustomed to being ordered around. He lays a hand on Ramses' shoulder and sits the man down.

"How about tomorrow, like I said you need to be at your sharpest. Alcohol makes for a dull blade hear me." He states looking The Pharaoh in the eyes.

"Rest, son of gods."

The Pharaoh nods. "I guess you are right. Nefertari, Selene? You are dismissed." he says, waving his hand. Ramses yawns. He walks out to his private garden, and sits by his favorite pool. A bunch of slaves follow him, and start to fan him. He sighs, enjoying these peaceful moments.

(Time lapse to the next day, at the meeting?)

The Priest puts on his hat, adjusts his robe, and leaves the room. He leans heavily against the wall, the mere smell of alcohol has affected him greatly. He coughs slightly and leaves the palace, going to the temple and going to his room. He sighs and goes to his bed, laying down and falling asleep quickly.

(Sure!)

Ramses woke up, and had his servants bathe him. They helped him put on a robe, and his jewelry, and his crown. He ate breakfast in his garden, and when he was done, he walked to the meeting room. He made a mental note to find the artist and have a "talk."

Saites is asleep, his head on the table and his hat placed beside his folded arms. He snores slightly. None of the other Generals have arrived yet, considering the meeting is at noon. A scroll is under the hat, and he snores again.

Ramses walks in. He grins when he sees Saites fast asleep. He creeps over, and slides the scroll out from under the hat, and tucks in in the folds of his robes.

"Give it back." Saites moves his hand up and gestures for him to put it back in his hand. He turns his head to the side and opens his tired eyes. He sits up and takes a deep breath, still holding his hand out.

"Na uh!" Ramses says gleefully, crossing his arms.

"Would you do this old man such an injustice?" Saites asks and cracks his back. He closes his eyes, the sharp crack sounds painful. He holds out his hand again.

"Come now Ramses." Saites yawns.

"Nope!" Ramses, for once, was having a little bit of fun. A scribe was sitting on the floor to record what they had said during the meeting. Ramses asked to borrow his reed pen and ink, and turned around. He scribbles on the back of Saites scroll: "Reminder to myself to find the artist."

Saites looks at the scribe and grins evilly.

"Write this down under Ramses." He chuckles and looks at the scribe, thinking of how best to embarrass the Pharaoh.

The scribe responded, "His Majesty has my pen and ink. And what would you like me to write?"

"That after stealing my scroll his wife came in and proceeded to slap him across the face, grab his scroll and hand it back to me, and scold him. Be creative with your word choice about taking from an elderly man." Saitese sighs and looks at Ramses.

"I really need that." He states.

"So, I shall write about My Lord's wife taking the scroll back?" the scribe said to Saites. Then he turned to Ramses, "My lord, may I have my pen back? and my ink?" Ramses handed them over, studying his writing on the back.

Saites sighs.

"No, scratch the idea... I think he grab- ah yes here it is. Ramses go ahead and do the taxes if you wish." The High Priest chuckles and pulls a similar looking scroll from his robe. He opens it and reads it quickly, before tucking it back safe inside his chest.

"Now, m'lord, I am tired." Saites states and puts his head back on the table.

(Wait, I'm kinda confused. So Saites is trying to embarrass the Pharoah. I'm confused at what he wants the scribe to write. XD)

(Saites wanted to embarrass him, but then realized that Ramses had grabbed the taxes instead of the letter of value. So he no longer wants him to write anything. Sorry I worded it odd.)

Saites takes off his hat again and runs a hand over his smooth head. He sighs and puts his head back on the table, it's going to be an hour or two till the generals arrive.

(Ahh. I get it. Thanks! :D) Ramses flipped the scroll over. He scanned the page, reading about taxes. He raised an eyebrow, and pushed the scroll into Saites's hands.

(shall we skip to when the generals come? and why don't we each RP as one? so then we'd have the Pharaoh, Saites, and 2 generals.)

Saites laughs and tucks it in his hat.

"So you won't be doing the taxes my liege?" He smiles slightly at the younger man.

...

After a couple of hours the Generals arrive. One is a large, burly man with slightly long dark hair, dark eyes, and a handsome face, or it would be if not for the scar running up his neck.

The 2nd to arrive is a tall, thin man who was relatively new to the army, but great bravery and strategy ideas gave him a place as a general. Ramses sits down at the head of the table, and Saites sits to his right. "I am confirming the rumors. The Nubian state has rebelled." Ramses started the conversation.

The scribe took his place on the floor, and proceeded to record everything that is said.

"Well then." The General with the scar sits down.

"Do they have a leader?" He asks, and Saites looks at the man.

"Killing their leader would be like killing The Pharaoh, it would only provoke them." Saites states and the general frowns. He drums his fingers.

"It could also end their leadership."

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