Naaghai Lowlands [m] Bitis

She avoided him. It is as if she’d had a premonition he’d destroy her. She hadn’t accounted for her own capriciousness, the rising consternation of Pharaoh’s empty seat, the appetite that hungers for little else, and how it was for this: the one who would buy her with an imposter gemstone.

Her tread is leonine, she is not in the least bit dainty. She makes a pretense of nothing. By the time she passes beneath the arc of his chamber without invitation, the controlled efforts that see her through days obliterate.

It was only for this transparency: that everything he did was for him- and everything she did was for her.

“@Khusobek.”