Two Eyes Cenote [m]arrow & spit

maybe we already have, inji thought aloud. the twinkle of stars danced across the violet irises. muat-riya could be a new life, for us. we could--
there were so many things. they could wed, share a home; they could bring new life into the world. sons with his eyes, daughters with her hair. the simple life, the dream she never would have thought to become hers. the dream she never thought she had wanted until she first felt his gaze upon her.
it was soon, so soon. do not give up your youth, she could hear her tired mother say, opposed to the demand of her sharp-eyed father to find a man who will provide. survival, love, politics; and where did this fit in? would this be enough?
somewhere in the middle of an ever changing, ever cruel world, there was a star-crossed girl who lay in the arms of a man who kissed her wrists and looked at her as if she was crafted in the image of Hathor.
yes, she thought, that was enough. more than enough.
would they let us marry? pharaoh, semer-wati. a fellahin and a mazoi, a servant and a soldier. she felt her heart leap into her throat. would you...?