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

already sobbinggg ;;

and at last, khusobek understood. he was silently stricken; he softly cradled her head against the new shocked gallop of his heart, reviling his earlier thought;

here was yet another slave shattered by the chains of a master. 

khusobek, lover of hierarchies and placements, saw that their cost was great. his heart was filled with wrath, the icewater eyes with sorrow.

"you think of yourself as a vessel for a man because it is what you have known." the crocodile spoke these words over her crown into the room around them. "we are all much more than vessels. than fathers and mothers. a priest needs no heirs; his role is chosen by pharaoh. your worth, surely, is in more than childbed, for that is not love."