Two Eyes Cenote love, love, love—

King? King? A King did not rule a desert realm.

Was he here to become Pharaoh? Yes. He was. Third-born Pharaoh in a long familial line of Pharaohs. Supreme judge and head of state, a fulfillment of his father’s dying wish to unite all his children among the reeds. Rashepses had not come here to be deemed anything other. He came for the throne of Pharaoh.

But he stayed for Toula. His affection for her, his desire, his love- it was not predicated upon who between them held ultimate authority.

He reached for her arm, the one that bore his gift, the pelt-leather bracelet with the crude inscription, and held it before her eyes.

“What does it say?” He asked her.