Two Eyes Cenote stars, aligning

nazli.

the one he had failed. the one he had not protected. the one who had suffered until senmut had rallied himself and stood at the hand of his pharaoh, before her father.

senmut, who had brought death. nazli who had carried it.

could there be a future after such ugly things?

and; furthermore; legend now sat in his mind. she did not touch the places where nazli reigned, but she had begun to forge affectionate pathways of her own. it would be a disservice to suddenly put her aside, would it not? he had shared with her devotion to their queen, in all ways; his desire, his body, his wants, they belonged to his ruler.

"it is only you who occupies this desire, great one," senmut said, his eyes alit with a genuine torchlight; there could be no other, for his devotion to the gods and by them, his pharaoh, would always hold the highest rank. 

unfair to nazli. unfair to legend. senmut was wine to be drunk.