Lion Head Mesa wailing

Arsenio did not understand why she would speak of another servant girl, why it would be worth mentioning that one of them had found eyes for him. It was not what he cared to hear.

The Greek snorted and set his cold gaze upon Tamar. The words took several seconds to form in his mouth, as he gazed at the woman who washed.

I care only for the eyes of one Fellahin, his voice cracked slightly as he spoke them, but Arsenio did not pull his eyes from the autumn maid. The chill in the air brought his flesh to life, bumps chased along his legs and back. The mercenary could not help but wonder which of the Pharaoh’s toys had found eyes for him and why. He did not like to feel as though Ramesses was watching, but he knew it was foolish to expect less of the spoiled king.

Arsenio sighed softly and rested his chin to his paws. Birds fluttered overhead and sang, flying into a sky of grey clouds.