Luneshale Pass bite & blood

Blah, blah, blah. Politics, poison; either way, Inji drifts to Khusobek, a feather, fluttering. Is this for my benefit? her head comes to a defined tilt, eyes aglow beneath the soft light of the scattered stars, nimble figure a mere shadow. Or for yours?
Rashepses was the one foreign man she knew nothing of, having not yet met him; she caught a glimpse of his smoky eyes only briefly during the Queen's ceremony, and that was it. Khusobek favored him, and she knew not why — and this cold command of his, no touch given from him, frightened her.
Will he even want anything to do with me if he wants to marry the Queen, anyway?