Two Eyes Cenote sixty-first [ap]

nazli was tired.
it went beyond the physical. she was tired of being tired; the feeling of being pulled around by the whims of others, of following orders. when would it be her turn?
she had given herself to one pharaoh physically, another emotionally, and now what could she give? her devotion had strained.
i would go anywhere for you.
senmut.

tavina would lose her mind to see me dancing, i think. a smile; she kept her eyes low. so sleep, yes... her eyes briefly looked to his face, and for that second she wasn't tired at all; warm and wanting, and then guarded.

enjoy your night, erpa-ha. a bow, as she left his side.