As if he could sense that something bad was about to happen,......

"Healer, why has your daughter failed to greet me?" Hatshepsut questioned Jeska's father, drawing Jeska's attention to the fact that she had been staring at her since she stepped into the room. "Or is that not the custom anymore?" This question was directed at her brother who simply stared at her, his amusement at the situation obvious in the private smile he gave his sister.

"You'll have to forgive her, my princess. This is her first time around people of higher birth such as yours." Jeska watched as her father bowed his head again, humility written all over his features. Something twisted in her guts right then. Something like anger. Something like disdain for the princess. She knew that it was the custom of her people to respect and worship Pharaoh and his children, but this girl was too full of pride.

"Well, she'll have to learn, won't she?" The princess replied with a smug smile on her face.

"Father, I take back your apology. She doesn't deserve it." Jeska interfered with a thrust of her chin at Hatshepsut. She watched as Hatshepsut's face turned sour and angry, as if she could not at all fathom the words Jeska spoke to her. As if he could sense that something bad was about to happen, Akhethetep pulled his daughter behind him, leaving her slightly covered by his frame.

Hatshepsut quickly sat up and turned to her brother, the sudden movement caused the sleeve of her robe to slip down one shoulder. "Thutmose, call the guards for me. This girl must be punished–" her sentence was cut short by her brother's hand on her shoulder gently pushing her against the bed, making her to get into a reclined position. He gathered the bed-sheets around her and drew them up to her shoulders.

"You need to rest, Hatshepsut. Let the man and his daughter heal you and be on their way." He stood up from the chair by the side of the princess' bed, and motioned with the slightest of bows for Jeska's father to take his former position. Jeska decided that she liked the young prince better than his proud sister.