Lion Head Mesa Pyramidum

It is wise for fellahin to live unremarked, as always she attempts to do. But as blistering summer days pass in rapid succession, her mind remains fixed upon Toula and the investment of a choice that must soon be made, both for the welfare of the state, and the divine Queen who has pervaded her own heart in no small way.

Eset has some favor of the gods who have chosen to spare her, and the favor of her good ruler, but she knows little of the Prince she intends to endorse as Pharaoh. That he holds a measure of acclaim from Tavina, and the mazoi Khusobek who shares her opposition of reforming the kingdom under foreign-blooded rule, subdues some consternation. But most will remain.

He is a figure that rests largely above court spectacles, and for all her observations, infallibly aloof. Is he interested in justice, in upholding the Queen’s happiness and state? Or rather, in accumulating the wealth and power that would tempt most others in his position. He was not born into divinity, after all: he chose it.

The passageways are quiet as she walks them to place herself at the threshold of @Senmut’s quarters, bowing respectfully before her Queen’s support.