Lion Head Mesa forty-first

A noble?! Nothing about Nazli was noble, especially now. Her blood had always been that of fellahin stock, and after what she had undergone with Ramesses, she was the furthest thing -- !

Like Tavina? A sesh sounded more in line with how Nazli saw herself. She could barely believe anyone would offer her a role above being a servant, but being a sesh wouldn't be too far from her old duties.

I could tend my flowers again, she imagined aloud, picturing the meadow that she had begun to study and cultivate further afield - her bees! All that work had probably gone to ruin by now.

The thought gave her pause, though. And warmth, which she shared with Senmut; a spark of some familiar eager energy.