Luneshale Pass good fortune

she looked upon him, thinking long and hard. she remembered the question she had asked her father, and him once long ago. but her sister had come for a reason. she did not think she would be so easily deterred. would the Gods truly be made upset by two Pharaohs? she breathes—and, so he understood,
myself. my husband. no war, no blood shed by my sister—nor the princes. Toula had never wanted this power, but she desired blood and war even less. 
she might not want this—but what if they two had been blinded by what had always been precedent? what if the Gods had wanted this, all along? 
perhaps it was They that pressed the question. she saw then the true possibility of it. husband, wife—the two co-rulers, building the greatest era Akashingo might ever know. building a better, more beautiful world for the Pharaohs to come—born from the blood of Gods. 
Toula would net let Akashingo be torn apart, would not let her sister become Set and tear apart her greatest love! it was Iset that stared at Senmut now from the eyes of Toula, with the Goddesses conviction; She would do whatever it took.