Lion Head Mesa Anubis

The diamond regarded her with a small nod, unsure why she would need to clarify that she tended to the Mazoi. There was less honor in that, less fulfillment, surely. The pale figure preened at the fur near her ribs with careful teeth before she drew her attention back to Tamar.

She wished to know what it was like to be with Pharaoh. To belong only to him.

Kasmut smiled sweetly at her, opening her mouth and tilting her head just slightly to the left. It was a thoughtful motion, but her eyes glittered with certainty.

It is fulfilling in every way. I am blessed to be his and only his. Ra has touched him, and he has touched me. It is everything, to be with a God. Kasmut’s voice was full of her conviction. Ramesses had been washed in the sunlight glow of Ra. She did not doubt that he was meant as a God. She believed he would fulfill the role splendidly. 

You have not been so fortunate? He has not fulfilled you in this way?