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My story has exactly 150 words. Enjoy! And, for those who don't know, Hatshpsut was one of only three Woman-rulers of Egypt during the New Kingdom. I'm obsessed with Ancient Egypt!
She wore a beard upon her face.
It protruded from the slender arc of her chin, overwhelmed her woman-face. Little nose, little ears, and little eyes proved a deceptive exterior for the glut of ambition stirring within her soul.
The dark, rich tang of Myrrh lingered heavily in the air.
Summoning her servant-girl with a single clap, Hatshepsut motioned for her headdress. The Khat was loose; rich scarlet in colour. A cobra curled from its rim, bearing a fiercely flared hood. The servant fitted it, thus concealing the nakedness of Hatshepsut’s scalp. It draped lazily over her tanned, elegant collarbones.
Hatshepsut stood. A sheer wrap of flax linen encircled her slim waist, skimmed her woman-hips. Her breasts were trussed tightly to her chest. The slim bindings were hidden beneath a weighty, gem-cluttered neck-piece.
Hatshepsut stood in front of a polished, full-length mirror, examined her image: the image of a She-King.

