Two Eyes Cenote [ap] Honey, we should run away, someday.

it didn't matter that he was a priest, it would not have mattered if he had been a fellahin, or some scoundrel thrown in akashingo's catacombs for some crime; nazli did not care what senmut's title was, only that he existed and that she wanted to be near him always.

a man who could not love you back does not deserve your pain. rasped the mazoi, rightly.

khusobek touched her cheek so tenderly; he asked his question, watching her. nazli looked upon him with an expression that warred between determination and sorrow, desire and grief. it doesn't matter; i can't have — i can't be the person i should be. i am only this wretched thing now. i —

and there! does she not deserve her fury?