Hideaway Strath giza

if she sought to anger him, she had done a fine job.
only his time within the court, a spoiled brat at the foot of his father, saved ramesses now. he inclined his head, but inward his mind railed against the very notion of a high priestess. why, that was just as foolish as the concept of his sister as pharaoh? what sacrilege did kynareth seek to burn as incense here in the strath?
the man was beside himself with rage.
ember tempered by the revelation it was her husband's gods the pair served. "my father," his fine head coming up, "remembered the gods of my mother, and built her goddess a temple." an inferior deity, to be sure; ramesses would never have worshipped some desert god for fellahin, but seti had seen the prudence in keeping his queen pleased.
white teeth in an inscrutable smile. maybe this aerin had some sense of her place after all.
"will you tell me of them? before i came to the saints, i lived with a prophet and his daughter. i learned too, the stories and the names of the ones that they followed."