Lion Head Mesa she who waits

Aquene had received the invitation to her quarters, rising and stretching out her limbs for a moment before she was escorted down the halls and towards the quarters of the newlywed couple by one of the servants that roamed the Mesa. It was so strange, and so different. She still was not certain what to make of it all, but would no doubt discuss her interactions in detail with the Imperator upon her return.
 
The rest of the party, to her knowledge, were sleeping off the previous night’s endeavors but she had requested each be notified in case they wished to join her, the Pharaoh, and the new Queen. She dipped her head in a polite greeting upon the arrival. “Pharoah, and Shabti… congratulations on your nuptials once more.” She would not hesitate to congratulate them each time she saw them, feeling it only polite.