Lion Head Mesa Anísychos

Preparations for the wedding as well as preparations for the war seemed to have split everyone’s time in Akashingo. If the lady Satsu was not attending meetings with her followers, her doting maids and servants, she was spending her days with her betrothed. The Pharaoh seemed to split his time evenly between preparations and treating himself to his treasures. Arsenio did not know the extent of the ruler’s plans or efforts, he only watched silently from his post as they moved about the mesa.

Ever since his last conversation with Tamar, the Greek had been in a foul mood. He had stood at his post with a frigid scowl, greeting any who approached the queen with a sharp look and a stiff figure. The happy smiles he had worn had been replaced by a mask of duty. The misthofóros’ former pleasures had been swept away. While he waited for the queen, while he stood guard, even when he sought his few moments of peace, Arsenio felt that he was being watched.

Even in the privacy of the caverns, he could not shake the sensation that there were eyes on him.