Lion Head Mesa devout

it felt like a roller coaster.

already strapped in and far too late to ask the ride to stop. she did not need to see his face to feel the fire of his gaze. it set her ablaze — in a truly terrible way.

but she tried to think of senmut, the kindness he had offered and guided her with in these things.

Hathor.

she answered — and for a moment she could not help but wonder if the pharaoh meant to hear himself from her lips. for everyone seemed to serve him in one way or another.

her gut lurched and already she grasped for some sense of protection given by Hathor.