Lion Head Mesa When I can't say that I feel the same

There, standing before Makono. Pharoah. It was surreal, but he could still see it. All of it.

Senmut bowed, but Khaba did not move an inch. He remained standing, eyes fixated on she who sat upon on the throne. Those same, cold eyes followed her as she stood. And then again as she spoke.

To a great lake, with a woman. And many men. For they had not been alone there. She does not speak, as I once did not. We worked alongside one another to survive the trying days. 

The days until I could come home. His gaze, sharp, yet full of warmth and pride. They alone told the rest of the story.