Two Eyes Cenote linen

Something instinctive rustled within him. Power shone from the marbled face of Pharaoh, unmistakable even in death. Rashepses was seduced. Great gods have a nose for desire, and the riverprince inflated with it, the fuel of a rising purpose in everything a man wanted to hear.

But the contradiction was clear, for united in their aim, his Queen was tender in the manners of her approach. Indeed her people loved her for it, while Ramesses had paid for his Ma’at with death.

“My betrothed has novel vision, ideas that deviate from tradition,” he dropped his lip, discourse on his face plain.

He loved Toula, he would be partner to her in all ways. Yet here stood the divine first King with the wisdom of one who had before walked this path.