The pair were approached by a male, but after a brief appraisal, Hatshepsut paid him no heed. Perhaps he was the pretty one's guard, though he did not hold the scent of a eunuch. A dangerous game indeed, though the Egyptian did not trouble herself with such details. "The language of this land? Yes," she murmured, a cool smile painting itself onto her features. "But that is not the only tongue you speak, surely — I have seen those like you in my courts at Karnak."
Lapis eyes moved slowly over the delicate features. Both the woman and her guardian held the fragrance of the Creek; it seemed these lands fairly crawled with the spawn of the waterbody. Silently she awaited the other's words. The beauty had seemed flustered, perhaps fearful, and the Regent's natural curiosity wished to know why it was a daughter of the desert held such emotion toward an Egyptian.
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