Lion Head Mesa lebanon

Kasmut’s expression was one of shock. She batted her lashes to him. It was her smile that spoke of further understanding. A taskmaster was a silly thought, but something in her marveled at it. 

Oh, Pharaoh… forgive me. I am only a woman who wishes for you to be pleased.

When he asked her if she knew the role of a concubine, Kasmut hummed softly. She knew well enough, but she did enjoy listening to the way that he spoke to her. 

Tell me, Pharaoh, and I will make it so. She lingered on his gaze, only a moment.