Xerxes watched as the last few “guests” left the room; he hadn't wanted to invite anyone, especially not the commoners but he was convinced to hold an open ceremony and later a celebration to show off his status and what not. His stare followed the lingers until the doors shut with a final thud, echoing around the now empty room. The God-King felt his Queen jolt next to him and he met her frightened gaze, a steely look clashed with her green eyes when she merely shook her head to address his question. One did not simply shake their head when their King spoke to them, not even his Queen. His expression softened when she answered, although inwardly he questioned himself as to why she looked away and instead looked at her brother? Was that the relation between the two? Xerxes had not bothered himself with that sort of thing.<br/><br/>When a silence had settled over the temple Xerxes decided he may as well brandish his home to his wife seeing as how she would be living there. One hand trailed down her arm, his fingers brushing her skin until their hands met and he intertwined his fingers with her own delicate digits. He gentle tugged on them, willing Nefertari to come with him as he took a step back, leading to the door hidden by the throne. It would point them towards the main part of the temple.<span style="font-weight: bold">“Come, I will show you your home.”</span>Xerxes brought his Queen to, what he deemed, the essential places where most of the time would be spent. Each room was grand and adorned with countless treasures and trophies, only the best for the rulers of the land. When the couple passed the bedroom, a bold look passed over the King's face which he directed at his Queen. He had never been one to hold back his feelings, especially not those involved with certain activities. He gave his wife time to see everything that may have been of interest, watching her carefully with a keen eye.<br/><br/>As the tour drew to a close the King stood slightly behind and to the side of Nefertari, one hand placed at her waist and across her back, holding her to him in a protective manner.<span style="font-weight: bold">“Has anything interested you?”</span>He leaned down slightly, his breath brushing against her ear. Xerxes knew that the festivities for later tonight would need to be seen to soon.<span style="font-weight: bold">“I will have to leave you for a moment my pet.”</span>He snaked his arm from around her, caressing her side as his touch left her body. The King turned from his beauty and searched for one of the many attendants who could usually be found easily.<br/><br/>Upon finding one who appeared to be dusting a rather expensive vase, Xerxes approached.<span style="font-weight: bold">“I assume you have begun preparations for tonight.”</span>He kept a stern look on his face, letting the irritation he felt at having to ask about this be heard.<span style="font-style: italic">“Yes sir, of course sir.”</span>The servant muttered before scampering off in the direction of the help's quarters. Pleased with himself, the God-King smirked and turned back to find his Queen however he was interrupted. A small female assistant stood before him, hands clasped together, eyes cast don at the floor.<span style="font-style: italic">”The Queen is needed for a dress fitting, sir.”</span>Xerxes had forgotten that the Queen was to be presented with a gown for the celebration tonight, he had hired the best seamstress available.<span style="font-weight: bold">“I will send her.”</span>Once again, Xerxes began his return to his wife. When he came across her he bestowed the news least he become too fascinated to do so.<span style="font-weight: bold">“Your presence has been request elsewhere. You are to have a gown fitted to your liking for tonight.”</span>He once more took her hand and led Nefertari to the room where she would be needed; before he left her, the King raised her hand and kissed it, slowly loosening his grip.