Lion Head Mesa the heart

Inji reveled in idle chatter and gossip while working, even in the gruel of summer's end and the bustle of moving bodies. An upcoming coronation, courtship, and expansion into the vacationside home meant many words fluttered about and whispers among the fellahin themselves were abound!
Today, while tending to the Queen and fluttering from altar to altar, she found herself distracted by the thought of the red mazoi. She could not love him, and she knew this; but even so, she did not usher away the thoughts of him, even if it may have felt utterly blasphemous to do so while praying. The rumble of his chest, the attentive seafoam eyes that looked upon her so diligently when—
No! Nope, not that, not right now!
The mention of the princes caught her attention once more as her dreamland was swept to the back of her mind. She had not heard, but she was excited for the Queen all the same! Oh, really? her eyebrows lift and her smile twinkles. How nice of them!
The idea that one of those men was to potentially be pharaoh did not fully register for a moment, until she thought back to what had been said by Khusobek; what she had thought of. The fear, how real it was.
But the Queen would not allow someone with ulterior motives to rule Akashingo, right?
Just between us, she lowers her head close to the Queen's muzzle with a stream of teenaged giggles. has one in particular caught your eye yet?