Two Eyes Cenote love, love, love—

How tender his heart in her girlish grace. Yet he knew he would be always the laughing stock amongst his brothers, that his father would carry the shame of a failed son, and his mother, too.

A great shade was cast over his sun by the thought of smothering their growing fire, and in the turquoise gloss of her eyes, he found thus that he could not part with her- and he was unwilling to do so for title alone.

There was a future here for him, if not in the way he had imagined, but still in the way of partner to his flame.

The prince from Ta-senet was quiet, but in his mind a decision had long ago been made. In a fluid kneel he poised so Toula stood over him, where the bright rays of Ra framed her crown like the golden disk of Aten.

“Then I bow to you. It is you I want- this marriage. For you to be the mother to my children. To build the kingdoms of Akashingo and Muat-Riya together. To shepherd a new age greater than any have known before.”

“Marry me, Pharaoh Toula,” between the obsidian of his own paws, he held her ivory.