Two Eyes Cenote fifty-ninth

senmut was pleased. "show me," he said, his voice a radiant study in intrigue. where did she find the time to paint? eset was humble, and so he looked forward to seeing the fine detail in this work as well.

he had seen what she had done with each room and how their queen was satisfied, delighted, glowing; how she wanted for nothing; how her guests were treated with care.

eset was careful and senmut felt this would apply in any of her crafts.

he moved with her. "you will make preparations for two journeys," the prince said softly. "one after the coronation, and a similar one in the spring."

there was an intimacy between them, senmut planting his unsaid words and eset tilling them into green thought that did not need to be discussed.

"i will go alone to the sea," he decided. "and in the spring, i may ask for a companion."