Lion Head Mesa thirty-ninth

Zaahira is silent.
Silent, as she trails wedged between Senmut and Khusobek. She does not look at the Omega. She does not look at the Sesh, either.
Silent as they come upon the throne room. Silent as she bows her head to the Divine One with a stoney expression. Silent as she comes to a sit with an oilslick scowl, shoulders back, head high. Silent as Senmut addresses the issue.
Mazoi are not to judge. They are to bring those who require judgment to the proper authority. They do not hold true power.

But that does not mean they do not feel.

Sunspots' repeated insults to the Queen bring a sharp inhale of ice to her lungs. His undying, hypocritical, cowardly loyalty despite his initial desire to betray him—
A seething growl erupts from low in her chest. But she does not say anything. She did not need to.
Osiris help her, the omega would fucking pay.