Two Eyes Cenote sixty-fifth

"thank you, hebsut. the gods chose well when they put muat-riya in your power."

his words were genuine. the idea of eating filled his mouth with the taste of dust. "will you — maybe, ah, eset," fumbling as he rarely did. "will you send me a report, in your own time, of what is happening here? i am not certain when i will return."

the brilliant eyes thrummed with anguish. senmut wanted to beg for word of nazli in specific. "in return," the prince said hoarsely, trying to cling to business, "i will send you one of the court and its intrigues. i hope you will return for any births in the new year. such a monumental event could not go smoothly without you, eset."