Lion Head Mesa after while, crocodile

Prince Senmut would, and the words spun on her tongue, weighing there. At once she felt a great deceit for the agreement made with Khusobek, before she’d even really come to know her Queen. What right had she to try to influence this young mind, one who trusted her so? And who, despite all her wariness, the fellahin had come to put trust in, too? She felt sick, and for the first time her own self-preservation was abandoned in favor of her Queen.

Isn’t that love?

She says nothing as they emerge from the dark and into light.

“Sweet ones,” she inhales the perfume of jasmine. “I shall tell you what they’ve said, and you may guess whose lips spoke them,” she poses evasively. With Toula, she felt her age. She could permit herself to be an imaginative girl, and not anything else.

And truly, this was happiness.