Hello there, traveler. What brings you to my country?
Ah, a tourist. We get many of those. Well, you're in luck; you could have no better guide than yours truly. I know much about this arid land and its history- after all, my family is rooted in it.
You see, I am a prince.
Oh, don't distress. I'm not wearing my regalia at the moment. You may rise to your feet.
Admittedly, I'm merely the younger prince. I won't be inheriting my father's throne. My brother will. Of course, I could always marry into a foreign royal family that has only daughters, and become king of a foreign land...but my pride in my country is too deep for me to bear leaving it.
But I digress.
If you'd like, I can show you the ancestors' monuments that dot the landscape. My family takes great pride in them. I could even sneak you into the palace and show you the wonderful murals we had commissioned for the long hallways. Would you like that?
Excellent. Let me tell you more about myself along the way.
My name? Oh, how silly of me to forget. Every citizen knows my name, so I'm not used to having to introduce myself. Pardon my slip of manners.
My name is Karahsu. Prince Karahsu, and mind the Prince. I'm no longer a child, but I'm not yet a full man. To become a man, I'd have to marry, and I do not forsee that happening in my future anytime soon.
No, it's not because ladies dislike me. Perish the thought immediately! I'll have you know that I have many lovely foreign princesses calling on me all the time. As I said earlier, however, I would not be able to bear moving abroad with a wife to rule over her foreign kingdom. I love my homeland. If I take a native Egyptian wife, I'll surely be sealing my fate as someone who would never rule over any country. I like to leave my options open.
Because, after all, you never know when something might happen to my older brother, rendering him incapable of seceding the throne.
Oh good heavens, why would you even think that I was implying that?!
No, I'm merely saying that there exists the possibility that he might fall off of his Uni and suffer severe brain trauma and be a drooling vegetable for the remainder of his life.
A man can never be too cautious, you know. Anything is possible.
In any case, let's not speak of him. We shall get back to the subject of me.
I've heard others say I'm spoiled, but I rather like to call this trait "strong-willed"; after all, I always get what I'm after and never give up before I've attained my desires. Come on now, there's nothing wrong with that. Self-centered? Nonsense! I care deeply for my companion, Traliko. I'll always be sure that no harm will ever come to him. I mean, if he wasn't always there for me, giving advice and taking blame for my blunders, I wouldn't be near as trusted by my parents.
Oh, I know--I'll tell you about the things I like most.
I love fine jewelry. Where I come from, it is not unmanly to say so. So stop giving me that look! I also have an affinity for honey and grapes, especially when they're in pastries and cakes. There's nothing better than having a nice sweet as you lounge about in a lush garden. What? No, I'm not going to allow myself to get fat, I do plenty of running. But even so, don't you know that portliness is a sign of wealth? Regardless, if I got too big my gold jewelry wouldn't fit around my neck, and that would be a horrendous day indeed.
It appears as we've reached the most populated area of my city. Ugh, common beggars swathed in filthy rags. Cesspools of disease and uncleanliness; why go near them? Not to mention the plainness of their garb. I wouldn't be caught dead in clothing covered in stains. Especially clothing made of coarse, rough fabric. I never wear itchy clothes of the sort; only the finest sheer, silky garments will do. Oh come now, don't look that way. I've always got to stay at the height of fashion, or at the very least look presentable. What else do I dislike..? Ah! My older brother. Don't tell my family I said so, but he's always in the spotlight. A regular show-off. That dolt will never be able to run the country proficiently. He's too tolerant.
My name is Karahsu. Prince Karahsu, and mind the Prince. I'm no longer a child, but I'm not yet a full man. To become a man, I'd have to marry, and I do not forsee that happening in my future anytime soon.
No, it's not because ladies dislike me. Perish the thought immediately! I'll have you know that I have many lovely foreign princesses calling on me all the time. As I said earlier, however, I would not be able to bear moving abroad with a wife to rule over her foreign kingdom. I love my homeland. If I take a native Egyptian wife, I'll surely be sealing my fate as someone who would never rule over any country. I like to leave my options open.
Because, after all, you never know when something might happen to my older brother, rendering him incapable of seceding the throne.
Oh good heavens, why would you even think that I was implying that?!
No, I'm merely saying that there exists the possibility that he might fall off of his Uni and suffer severe brain trauma and be a drooling vegetable for the remainder of his life.
A man can never be too cautious, you know. Anything is possible.
In any case, let's not speak of him. We shall get back to the subject of me.
I've heard others say I'm spoiled, but I rather like to call this trait "strong-willed"; after all, I always get what I'm after and never give up before I've attained my desires. Come on now, there's nothing wrong with that. Self-centered? Nonsense! I care deeply for my companion, Traliko. I'll always be sure that no harm will ever come to him. I mean, if he wasn't always there for me, giving advice and taking blame for my blunders, I wouldn't be near as trusted by my parents.
Oh, I know--I'll tell you about the things I like most.
I love fine jewelry. Where I come from, it is not unmanly to say so. So stop giving me that look! I also have an affinity for honey and grapes, especially when they're in pastries and cakes. There's nothing better than having a nice sweet as you lounge about in a lush garden. What? No, I'm not going to allow myself to get fat, I do plenty of running. But even so, don't you know that portliness is a sign of wealth? Regardless, if I got too big my gold jewelry wouldn't fit around my neck, and that would be a horrendous day indeed.
It appears as we've reached the most populated area of my city. Ugh, common beggars swathed in filthy rags. Cesspools of disease and uncleanliness; why go near them? Not to mention the plainness of their garb. I wouldn't be caught dead in clothing covered in stains. Especially clothing made of coarse, rough fabric. I never wear itchy clothes of the sort; only the finest sheer, silky garments will do. Oh come now, don't look that way. I've always got to stay at the height of fashion, or at the very least look presentable. What else do I dislike..? Ah! My older brother. Don't tell my family I said so, but he's always in the spotlight. A regular show-off. That dolt will never be able to run the country proficiently. He's too tolerant.
story story story
Allow me to confide in you a secret.
My brother has not always been the only person who has something within his grasp that I will never have.
My dearest friend Traliko can fly whenever he pleases and forget his problems in the sky. I am envious of his ability to do so. I do not, however, envy his bulky wings; wearing bracelets and bangles would be nigh impossible with those ridiculous appendages.
My brother has not always been the only person who has something within his grasp that I will never have.
My dearest friend Traliko can fly whenever he pleases and forget his problems in the sky. I am envious of his ability to do so. I do not, however, envy his bulky wings; wearing bracelets and bangles would be nigh impossible with those ridiculous appendages.
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