Blackwater Islands bailando

servant or not, belen had become accustomed to the splendor of the palace. this place was near feral in comparison, replete with a raw beauty that she might come to enjoy. but for now her legs trembled with the effort of the long swim. she wanted to sink down, to close her eyes. kasmut came to her mind and belen knew she must not lose face now. she arranged her young features into a smooth expression. "i gathered berries. i welcomed guests. i brought meals to the nobles and the guards. and i did whatever else pharaoh asked of me. he is a man with many hungers." she would leave it light, though she wondered at the youth of the other and her odd, enchanting formality.