Two Eyes Cenote flesh & toil

in truth, khusobek did not know what he wished. the queensguard flourished in intrigue; without such, he was bored. empty. hungry.

empty.

he saw her eyes flit to his mouth; khusobek felt he knew what she thought, even if her loveliness was indeed inset with an iron brace of stubbornness. 

perhaps they might be allies. the crocodile knew where his lot must fall. it did not mean he trusted the prince, or even enjoyed his company. but ambition knew no father, no brother, no end. and jodai meant closeness to the Horus Throne in a way that allowed a man to touch his own fate.

"good then," and his own look upon her dark countenance was caress, "for you may very well be called upon to handle pharaoh, eset."

he wanted her; he wanted her, now, here, unheedful of visiting emissaries or the eyes of their royal herself.

but khusobek stepped to pass, their shoulders brushing; he did not think she would stop him.