Starglow Basin fifty-second

it was the sort of thing a father might say.

it was the sort of thing senmut had longed to hear for more time than he had realized.

a shaking inhale was the first greeting to akhtar's words.

a child of gods, worthy of the throne. and while his origins could never be forgotten, he would assure himself of this, senmut stood taller.

"if she makes me pharaoh, then you must be High Priest, akhtar. i could not rule without you at my side."