<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/het.jpg)</div><br/>Name: Hetshepsit Neferet<br/>Location: Throne room<br/>Tagged: All<br/><br/>As usual she stands far off to the side of the throne room most people here seems afraid of her, or probably what she represent.. death. While her simple white dress perhaps doesn't scream death to these people white is the colour of mourning for hers. Her arms and head circled by heavy golden bands inset with semi precious stones, all made to look like serpents encircling her flesh. For those that don't know who she is, she more looks like an excentric woman in her late thirties early forties with the wrinkles a lifetime living under the blistering desert sun will give anyone. But gossip always seem to spread faster then anything else and soon a circle is cleared around her with all sorts of whispers and odd looks coming her way.<br/><br/>"No it is true! I heard it from my chambermaid! She really is a whore who works in the graveyard."<br/><br/>"really? Euuu, why do they let that kind in here. Disgusting, should lock her in the graveyard but I am afraid she would try and hump the dead."<br/><br/>Both laddies giggle madly to eachother as Hetshepsit just rolls her eyes and turns to take a better look at the armed noble who just entered, she doesn't recognise the heraldry of the soldiers and makes a mental note to look it up as soon as she possibly can. With everyone always being so touchy about the slightest little title being missed she can't afford to make any enemies in a court where she has precious few friends. To be honest most of her time is spent discussing theology with other priests and tending to her few faithful consisting mostly of her servants and a handful of merchants.<br/><br/>"hmm.. dire news?" she mumbles to herself and slowly edges closer to be able to hear what the woman has to report. hmm.. short and lacking in details and with a shocking lack of decorum. One of her hands flies up to cover her mouth and she braces herself for the Queen to yell at the scout for not adressing her properly but it seems the Queen knows this woman and allows her some leeway. Interesting, another fact to write down and send home in her next report to the Priest King, may His rein be eternal and may the ancestors watch over Him and protect Him until the world itself dies and enters the afterlife.<br/>