Kintla Flatlands udjat

she had wandered.

tamar perhaps showed herself too willingly and too swiftly to be an outcast. the slender jawahir had found her and  encircled her with words. she had allowed herself to be brought into this place of rearing red rooms, and had waited for the man called ramesses to properly initiate her.

but he had not. he had not called for her until this day. and it was not to his chamber that she was led, but to another. tamar said nothing. there was no fear in her, only a bit of curiosity glimmering in the void.

it did not matter who she had been, not now. tamar meant to serve, for each hard day would stamp from her the memory of what she had done. she stood at the proud flawless side of the ruler, eyes fixed upon the red sand.