Two Eyes Cenote sixty-first [ap]

before the eyes of the prince, nazli seemed to wilt a bit, surely exhausted by all the empty talk that seemed to be their only connection as of late.

come sing with me again, nazli.

"long may pharaoh rule," he murmured, shutting his own until the clench at the corners of his eyes felt too severe. and then he was himself again, the rueful, dutiful, devoted hereditary prince to akashingo.

"it has already been a long night. may i escort you to your rooms? or will you stay and dance?" and here he did a soft little step, his eyes gentle, hoping to at least silken their discourse a little.