Two Eyes Cenote flesh & toil

A need tightens. But she would not stop him, instead press into the stone wall behind her, punctuating the returned silence with two sharp intakes of breath.

She did have worry now. But it was not for herself, it was for Toula, who deserved a partnership, one the fellahin was certain would be honored and shared by Senmut. Had she not seen something real, a true tenderness form between them? After-which, she’d been quick to write off both the commander and the prince from the river kingdom.

And Khusobek; he was complex to her, in a way she could not parse. So she wouldn’t. He remained somewhere midfield, where she forbid herself to be pulled. But when next he returned to his chamber, it would be laden with comforts; rich pelts and marbled meats, fermented berry-wine, cedar scents, and all the glittering splendors to please the senses.

Filled. She never wanted to hear a critique on her work again.

A third breath and Eset again straightens her composure, returning to task.