Thanjavur the Magnificent was a kingdom, of grand and immense dimensions, and also a city, thriving and prosperous, and yet again a castle, hewn from the red rock of the land. All three Thanjavurs were ruled by one, and only one, king, his glorious eminence the Maharajah Markandeya Jagdish Mahanagalingam Chola. His ascent to the throne at the young age of twenty-three upon the death of his illustrious father had provoked several attacks of opportunity from the neighbouring realms, particularly the nation of the odious Sultan Bey to the southwest, but to Markandeya these distractions had merely provided a chance to earn an additional sobriquet of "the Mighty".
The Chola king found himself this evening wandering, as he usually did after a strenuous bout of shatranj, down to the scented damask halls of his royal harem. The torches lining the passage cast a ruddy glow upon the walls, mingling with the redder light of the setting sun and drenching the air with an incarnadine hue. Admiring the effect it made contrasting with his own azure garb, the king stepped through into the cool air of the seraglio.
Immediately, but deliberately, a woman with her face shrouded in silk rose from the immense mahogany desk she had been seated at all day, and moved to prostrate herself before her Lord.
"Rise, O Zarina" called out the Maharajah, pleased at the Veiled Lady's ever punctiliously correct decorum "I seek solace from my intellectual rigours with the soft flesh of woman. What have we in the harem which would suit a King's taste?"
(OOC: This is a semi-open format. HottieKatie will play the main concubines, but we're very interested in new playmates as well. Please PM either of us before posting so as disrupt the narrative as minimally as possible. Enjoy the thread!)
The Chola king found himself this evening wandering, as he usually did after a strenuous bout of shatranj, down to the scented damask halls of his royal harem. The torches lining the passage cast a ruddy glow upon the walls, mingling with the redder light of the setting sun and drenching the air with an incarnadine hue. Admiring the effect it made contrasting with his own azure garb, the king stepped through into the cool air of the seraglio.
Immediately, but deliberately, a woman with her face shrouded in silk rose from the immense mahogany desk she had been seated at all day, and moved to prostrate herself before her Lord.
"Rise, O Zarina" called out the Maharajah, pleased at the Veiled Lady's ever punctiliously correct decorum "I seek solace from my intellectual rigours with the soft flesh of woman. What have we in the harem which would suit a King's taste?"
(OOC: This is a semi-open format. HottieKatie will play the main concubines, but we're very interested in new playmates as well. Please PM either of us before posting so as disrupt the narrative as minimally as possible. Enjoy the thread!)