Lion Head Mesa taken care of

a servant girl. a royal daughter. raised together. he had seen it done many times, binding a fellahin almost at birth to a divinely-blooded child around the same age. this ensured a lifetime of complete loyalty to a princess, for example, and he could see it in nazli now, that strident devotion.

his eyes watched her lavender face in the darkness, beautiful. stricken. what had befallen her? she had been ill and that pharaoh was no longer here. 

shadows pooled in the angularity of a thin face. "when the prince and queen know you are here, you will be summoned."