Lion Head Mesa I'm so over all this bad luck

The halls had been quiet. Sokha had often been left by her lonesome, save for her days of teachings with the fellahin.

@Ramesses had not sent for her since he first presented her new title and responsibilities. Part of her longed for his company. Another even felt lust and longing. The season was creeping upon them. She could already feel its tug, writhing within her body. She longed to feel something, anything... even if only his close touch and nothing more.

Ignoring what words or harsh stares may fall her, the nebet walked upon his chambers, hoping to find him within. Perhaps it was bold, or maybe even foolish — but in this moment, she cared not.