Lion Head Mesa Thlípsi

The woman did not offer a reaction to the information he shared. Arsenio wondered if he would have to kill her to keep her from telling the Pharaoh. It would have been easy enough. She entered the lady queen’s bedchamber in the middle of the night. She bared her fangs to the sleeping Satsu’s throat-

Tamar asked why not the queen, to which Arsenio faltered, blinking several times at the servant girl. No, he could not kill her. Even if it meant saving his lies to the Pharaoh. It would be easier to make the man believe that she was lying than it would be to murder Tamar and offer a suitable reason why he had done it. Arsenio still was not certain she would give his secret away, not yet.

The queen is… the queen is neró, the misthofóros said to her, his tone plain. Like water. She is soft and supple, she flows easily. When she speaks, her words are soft.

Arsenio smiled again, softer, more genuine.

I have always liked fire – unpredictable, quick, unafraid.