Two Eyes Cenote woman, pharaoh

respect, admiration—open, eager to answer the questions. Toula smiled. she had wondered what motivated a man like Khusobek—and that it might be his love for the Pharaoh…
and here he was, spurned perhaps! no wonder he had been so dry upon first coming here. but her women had watered him, and now, he was before her—in bloom. 
is it your want, for a man to be Pharaoh here? or hers? she wondered next, having heard of his musings through the murmurs of fellahin. Toula smiled at him, unoffended by this. love was a motivator indeed—and what would Khusobek do, for his own? 
she wondered how he could not see the power of it. the power she would wield during her own reign. not to bring cruelty, or hatred, or dissent—but peace, harmony. love was her greatest strength. 
and she would not have him confuse it for weakness any longer. Khusobek must respect her, too.