Lion Head Mesa spear & sickle

there, upon the arch of her throat, his eyes rested. he felt she was aware of what she was doing, of what he meant. of what was wished and how it would be done. khusobek did not concern himself with any consternation. this was her role. 

but he was not cruel, nor forceful. "i want to see your chambers, and then i want a bath," the mazoi said in direct baritone, icewater eyes finding again the soft springbloom look of her sea-lavender eyes.

his pulse quickened, and khusobek prepared himself to follow.