Lion Head Mesa seventeenth

she watched him with a tired gaze as he spoke. at some moment it felt like her mind reach elsewhere, hearing the list of names. the only one that felt it mattered most was akhtar. yet he seemed much more like a bitter old man when faced with her.

she shifted to lay partially across him and seek comfort. warmth.

they were long and winding and — she exhaled softly. held onto him for a silent moment. treva is gone and bayek will see to it that she leaves come dawn. she did not bother to tell senmut that she had struck. she had already been told by the medjay that an angrier pharaoh might have killed the woman. makono felt no such way anymore.

the roman boy. i am sure his father will be thrilled to hear he has settled under my reign, hm? a low, tired chuckle of humor. word will need to be sent to the imperator that i have succeeded, you know. to multiple places, truthfully. but it was a task for another day. for now they could lay in the dark together.

but you know...there was one haunting conversation. the hemet, qiao...