A Rude, Royal Awakening

Eliza and Aisha drew the curtains, shining sunlight on the Pharaoh's curvy form. Cleo's skin, kissed by the desert sun, was the color of the golden sands, and her black hair cascaded over her shoulders in thick, glossy braids that whispered as she stirred.

Noticing Cleo about to return to sleep, Aisha fetches a pail of water and passes it to Eliza. Getting the memo, Eliza promptly splashes the cold water on Cleo's face.

"EEEEEK!" Cleo, eyes now widened in panic, screams across the palace.

Aisha takes the opportunity to roll a distracted Cleo's curvy form off of her bed until she falls on the floor. Eliza catches the falling, wet-faced Pharaoh and yanks Cleo up by her elbows as if it were a memorized procedure.

"How uncouth! Sometimes, I believe you sisters are going out of your way to humiliate me!" Cleo grumbled. The sisters share a sly grin.

Together, the servants roughly lift Cleo to her dressing table. Cleo's eyes widened in panic as she took in her reflection in the polished bronze mirror. Her hair was a wild mess, her makeup hadn't been applied, and she hadn't had a bath!

"But, but... I must bathe before Julius sees me!" she protested.

Eliza rolled her eyes heavenward. "We don't have time for a full bath now, my queen," she said firmly.

But, noticing Cleo's puppy-dog eyes she gets whenever her crush is brought up, Eliza sighs, "I suppose we can give you a quick wash to freshen up." With that, she handed Cleo a damp cloth and a jar of fragrant oils. "Now, let's get to work!"