Two Eyes Cenote stars, aligning

I grant to her autonomy in all other things, she spoke softly, but in this—she will have no choice. perhaps by then there will be something more for her to create, in Pharaohs name, my name! where she might be content as Queen. she did not think it ugly ambition that caused Ashikaga to reach for the throne. it was something else, but something misplaced—
everything that Akashingo needed was in her. the Gods had only wanted her to see it now. 
I do not know, she admitted then, voice fragile for a moment. mortality she was aware of—heartbreak, she had not considered. no promise of Pharaoh was ever made—the idea of it existed, only because there was none. only that with my blood, marrying me might mean one could be elevated to such a title while I am Queen. but he is an Amiir, as I once was an Amiirad—and he recognizes the Gods. I do not think he would defy Ma’at, nor duty, that was not the question, she knew—the question was what she would do. 
I will know in the moment his own heart—and that is how I shall decide our course, Toula determined. would he be satisfied, or was he hungry for only power, and not her love?