Sky Mesa muscle & water

rashepses. just the sound of his name brought forth a flare of disgust from her. yes, he had bowed to toula; yes, he seemed to care for her wholly. but that was not enough.
and now he had made the palace's local dimwitted servant his prey? inji did not know better, zaahira thought. the same way toula hadn't. she also thought that perhaps khusobek's taste in women was a bit... simple. but that would remain unvoiced by her.
her nostrils flare as she stands upon a tall slab, scanning the periphery for movement. sourness rests upon her tongue. you find a woman who is willing to marry you, and bear you sons, and you do not take the offer?
how would you feel if semer-wati was to steal her away? do you somehow think that would make her happier? no woman wants to spend her life in service of a man who does not know his ass from his face.
least of all being zaahira.