Lion Head Mesa aguila

Only the Gods knew why Pharaoh had selected the siren. Kasmut could not see a reason and she did not wish to conjure one to make Belen feel better. If anything, the sight of the girl was a threat to her own interests and the position she had created for herself at Ramesses’ side.

This is Akashingo. Jawahir is a jewel to our people, to the Pharaoh… and it is the Pharaoh you will serve. He is everything.

Kasmut narrowed her eyes upon Belen.

You want better food, hm? I know of something fresher, but you’ll need to cease your crying out. It is hurting my ears.

The pale figure brushed past Belen and expected the girl to follow. Kasmut would pause at the end of the hallway to be sure of it.

I'm scurrying to the train to get home and then I'll be back on to write with you! <3