Lion Head Mesa flowers before men,

senmut's mouth ran dry and he glanced away. "once, divine one. but i never considered that the feeling was — felt, opposite my own." there had been many reasons why he had not acted; that his queen did not know the worst of them was a relief.

"now that you have made me a prince, if you find no man of character to sit upon the Horus Throne, then i shall sit there for you, great one," senmut said quietly. she knew this of course but he felt odd about it, and knew it would sunder many near-familial intimacies between them perhaps, if their bond should shift so drastically.

his mind reeled with thoughts of nazli, she too keenly aware always of one's station, and now his so lofty, his above hers over and over. senmut's heart ached.