Lion Head Mesa To be delivered by word of mouth for the ears only of Toula, Queen of Akashingo.

My dearest, Queen @Toula,

There was a way my father used to look at my mother.
There was a separate place they would go together,
A holy region that was only their own.

Last night by Khnosu’s light I saw your eyes,
Know I’ve lived in longing for your look ever since,
And for the place we will go together,
That is only our own.

Every day I will write to you,
Without supposition that you will write back.
Forgive my onerous attentions, Queen,
But this I must know,
What color it is you find most handsome?

Until we first meet-

three letters in which to write—she drew in a breath and asked again for that of the prince Rashepses to be repeated. again, she found herself smiling—she turned to look at the moon. his words were like a psalm; now, she would seek to match them. 

my Sphinx,

I dream of such a holy space, that is meant for you and for I.
If and when the time should be right, I know we two shall find it together—
Different, perhaps, than our parents,
But better. 

Your words have brought me much joy. 
It made me think of my childhood—
Remember the love between my own mother and father. 
Do you think that we two could be so fortunate, Sphinx? 

Each time my eyes look upon Khonsu’s brilliance, I imagine that at that very moment,
So too are you—
We share this look, lands apart, 
And no other knows of it but for the Gods.

I look forward to each letter—
I hear them all with a smile.
I will share with you this truth when next I see you—
But if you wish to deliver me something I should love,
 Have it be the color of your brilliant gaze so that I might look to this by day when I think of you.

I do the same for you—my fellahin have fashioned for you this stone to wear in a way that pleases you,
So that you might take it on your journey.

Until your next letter!— 

the shimmering thing was lovely, the very color of her own gaze. it did not lack for luster, and it wore the scents she herself did—an idea from @Tuna she thought rather brilliant, only, it had taken some time to make it into something a prince might wear! 
she could scarcely wait for his next one.

My dear, Queen,

On this night Khonsu shines his moon,
But it may as well be midnight black,
For the brightest constellation is you.

Now I have seen your eyes,
I am unwell,
Until the moment when I am beheld by you.

This flawless onyx cufflet,
Fashioned from the purest Ta-Senet gold reed,
And who’s sister I now wear around my left wrist,
Set with the clearest malachite stone,
A most treasured gift from my Queen,
Is inscribed:

love eternal

It is you and I, my fairest Queen.
Upper and Lower.
Red Land and Black Land.
Sun and River.

Eternally,
Your Prince

she beheld what gift the fellahin brought with them, gaze bright. never had she seen something like this before, but the fellahin bid she provide her foreleg to them so that they could place it upon her there. it was a near perfect fit, and likely would become such as she finished growing and gaining the weight that she would into her second year. Toula marveled at it the entirety of the time she heard the spoken word of her—possessive, now!—Sphinx.
in these words were an answer. yes, I think it is possible. and this gift was only the beginning of his efforts to prove it, perhaps—no, that was not true! the poetry he spoke aloud was. tell him,

my Sphinx, 

you shall not need to wait for too much longer—
may Ra and Khonsu both keep you safe.
and when you first lay your eyes upon me,
I shall wear this gift of yours.
each time I look upon it, I think of you and smile—
was this your plan? 

I rather like your mind already, if it is so—
and I cannot wait to know it more.

your dear queen, —

indeed there was a smile upon her face as she sent it, and then another fellahin came to her chambers to speak with her, and prepare her for bed.