Lion Head Mesa Thlípsi

The autumn maid stopped and spun on him, her words sharp against his ears. Arsenio sputtered to a stop near her, leaned back so that he would not risk the snap of her sharp teeth again. Tamar believed that the Pharaoh had put him at the queen’s door, had arranged the guard to watch over his betrothed out of trust. For once, the Greek man did not seem to be the fool.

Tamar then stated that if he continued to gaze upon her, they would be separated. The lady queen did not want her maids to be with her husband, she would surely not want them to lay with her guards. To this, the misthofóros could not argue. It was not likely that the woman Satsu or her husband would like the intentions that urged Arsenio to trail after Tamar.

The Pharaoh did not put me there. He is only letting me stay because he believes I am a dullard with brawn for brains and no purpose other than to die for those greater than myself, Arsenio corrected her, his voice cold, his eyes latched to her features intently. The mercenary scoffed softly at this sentiment. Let the Pharaoh have his ego, his women, his lavish items.

A pause before he spoke again, I will not let her see… the way I gaze at you. I will not do it in her company, or the company of the king.