Luneshale Pass Mine and yours

royal. hungry. charismatic. rashepses was everything a prince should be and everything senmut was not. for a priest who had devoted himself to divine lineage, the price was in the holding of such knowledge: that he was inferior.

"when you are with me, you are not only a mazoi," senmut pressed, a smile dazzling to life upon his mouth. "we are companions."

some pain, some pain to know that this too must bend beneath devotion to queen and country. "yes. he is my competition, as is thutmose. the final choice belongs to our divine ruler."