Lion Head Mesa the lotus step

tamar was small and silent beneath the eye of pharaoh.

satsu knew she could not fall victim to this too. she was like ice, sculpted. staring at him with cool indifference to match the dawnfire of his ignited glare, the solar storm of his voice.

that my every command is to be followed. she moves a step closer to him, feeling bold, feeling the presence of the power he had given her in marriage; taking to heart her new name of sobekneferu. she would not melt.

tamar would be protected. satsu had promised, and even if her servant were a halfblood, she would keep her word. otherwise the word of the queen would be made meaningless.

she is loyal to me. she does all that i ask, above and beyond. i would not take kindly to her being taken from me. she is mine, to do with as i please. was that not the point of your gift?

would he do it, she wondered? take tamar, take the one friend she had made any connection to, simply to soothe his own loins? what sort of marriage had she entered in to — satsu watched him expecting the worst.