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

Two courts. Two divinities. More bodies to serve, but in different ways.

I will not be too much of a barren sight for you, pharaoh. This she would promise. 

He nipped softly, then not so, at her ears. Gently, then, the nebet caressed beneath his chin with her head. 

Soothe my dreams from me, Sokha.

His words were a soft, tantalizing wisp. Sokha pressed herself close—maybe too close. In what ways shall I soothe them, my divine one? She purred in his ear.

He wasn't hers to claim. Already, he had a wife. But in this moment, it felt as if he was hers and she was his.