Two Eyes Cenote flesh & toil

"so you believe it should be he," khusobek glowed, her question unanswered, thinking himself to have caught eset in a summary deceit. but there was none. she was loyal to queen and hereditary prince as any of their lot should be.

the crocodile simply found the devotion to senmut quite misplaced.

"i have heard no such rumblings," he told her, leaning one hard shoulder against the wall. "but now there are five who could fit onto that that throne: senmut, thutmose, rashephses, the princess ashikaga, or the queen herself. it is unwise to place all your hopes in one man, eset. men are fallible."

the teeth, glittering in a knife-grin.