Lion Head Mesa Anubis

"you are the one who serves only the pharaoh."

tamar's voice was not accusing. it was only gentle wonder which filled it. her own paws ached from carrying many things, from cleaning, from endlessly tending the mazoi.

even sayf, one of ramesses' favourites, had been sent to entertain their guests.

but not kasmut.

tamar exhaled gratefully at the touch of water upon her feet.