Lion Head Mesa crook & flail

Senmut? Eyebrows raise in disbelief, eyes of fire suddenly lidded and squinted as if Khusobek was playing a joke on her. Senmut was... well, he was far from unattractive, but the mere idea of him lying with a woman seemed unimaginable. And he seemed a little old for her, she thought; an imbalance of power in more ways than one.
I never thought him a romantic. And not towards The Divine One, a breathy chortle, as if she had blown smoke from her nostrils. but maybe I am mistaken.
She thinks of the potential men who were sure to come from miles away in search of Toula's hand. She thinks of the men who had already come; the ones here already, and wonders how many of them have underlying motives. And in Zaahira, a sickness billows and boils and curds in her stomach. Her Queen, being controlled by a testosterone-fuelled iron fist, not unlike the way she had been by Khaba—
Senmut did not seem the type to wish harm upon her; no, not at all. But would he love her the way she deserved?
How strange.