Stretching deliciously within the silk sheets of the large, sumptuous bed, Aisha smiled as her Prince walked through the room.  She could tell by his determined stride that there was something on his mind, but she knew better than to ask.  He would tell her, or he wouldn't, whichever suited his mood.  She was often treated to tidbits of information from the upper echelons of Egyptian society, and although she had no one with which to gossip, she delighted in the knowing.  If made her feel powerful.<br/><br/>She sat up, the golden hued sheet sliding down her body revealing firm, ample breasts and a small waist encircled by a fine, golden chain.  She reached her arms high over her head, stretching again and yawning delicately, trying to attract the Prince's attention.  If her memory could be trusted, today was the day that a a new consort would be brought into the harem, thereby doubling its number.  As First Consort, Aisha would always be higher ranked than any other girl, but she still didn't relish sharing her Princes' affections with another woman.  She loved him dearly, despite the fact that she knew her place would always be consort, and never wife.<br/><br/>Recognising that his mind was elsewhere, the dark haired beauty slipped out of the bed, padded quietly across the massive room and slid her arms around Tarkus's waist. She pressed her bare flesh against his back, kissing him gently on the shoulder as her fingers caressed his chest.  She said nothing, offering her support with actions rather than words.