Two Eyes Cenote love, love, love—

the things there, that they two looked upon, legible for their eyes in that their hearts knew it’s meaning. and she looked to his, tears pricking the corners of her gaze. I want for you to be my husband, she breathes, but Ma’at—She has spoken to me. more than just Her. the Gods, they ask me to be Pharaoh, did he understand? 
she wondered if she must set him free, as she had Senmut. free to pursue Pharaonic greatness, as he had intended. she finds herself less prepared for this, and asks the Gods to lend her Their strength.
will you stay? comes her gentle voice, her gaze holding his as she moves to touch his own arm, chaste, hopeful! must you leave?