Lion Head Mesa Aten

The girl had been speaking to Jawahir. Kasmut was pleased to know this, though she was curious why Belen had sought out the others without speaking her intentions. The desert flower was suspicious, but she masked it with an airy laugh and a swish of her tail.

It would be the greatest honor to carry the Pharaoh’s young. I could be blessed in no greater way. But I shall serve him in the ways he desires, not the ways that I desire. Occasionally… these things will overlap.

When Belen asked what Kasmut thought the Pharaoh might want from her, the pale flower regarded the young lady with a patient smile. The query was one that surprised her, but only slightly. It made sense that Belen would wish to know what kind of role she might serve for their Pharaoh.

I believe that he will seek the beauty of your face, and the light of your lovely eyes. Your shape. Your warmth. You have much to give, Belen. What do you want from Akashingo, and from Pharaoh?