Lion Head Mesa incassum

It was a tactical move, to break away from the Pharaoh and act only as an ally to his cause. It would allow Germanicus some freedom from the culture of Akashingo, from the Pharaoh himself, and from all the things that existed around them. Arsenio did not know the Roman well enough to make the call, but the man’s plan suited him. His nature would do well in a mountain outpost, a guard over multiple lands.

Yes, very well.

The Greek’s icy gaze shifted away from the soldier. He was losing some of his steam. The hatred for Ramesses still burned hot in his stomach, but he did not know if taking the ruler’s head would bring his own death or the punishment of others. It was not just for Tamar that Arsenio sought to kill the Pharaoh. It was for his own pleasure, as well.

Tamar must go with. I will not leave her here. It cannot be. I will find one who will take her place. If that is what must be done. Arsenio would pay any price. He had given her his word.