Two Eyes Cenote [ap] Honey, we should run away, someday.

another time, khusobek might have teased nazli for her ambitious reach. "a lofty branch," he perhaps could call her. 

but nazli was no grasping servant, and khusobek had seen too much of love not to recognize the purity of it in the pleading dark gaze.

he did not need to tell her that a prince married only whom his pharaoh decided, or that this one had chosen legend's company as of late; khusobek only nodded and slowly, slowly, dropped to seat and elbows, though he kept his paws as they were.

now he looked up at her, and once this conscious shift had been completed, khusobek ordered quietly, "then go to him. respect the love you have by not allowing it to die inside you."