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His adulations light up her pulse where it beats loudly in her ears and the dark velvet along her cheekbones is all that conceals a spreading flush. Her time spent between the two kingdoms had not smothered the part of Eset that clung to the subservience of a serf. There is still the effort to dress in dignity.

She watches Khusobek with a look that spans forbiddingly over his face, freed from the custody of his flame only when he has moved away and the lean woman with her pale mask and chestnut coat centers in view. Eset observes as she looks around the palace, noting a quality in her evergreen eyes that appears more curious than upset.

“Kvarsheim, I have heard of this place. I am afraid you are far from home, Lady Mya,” the hebsut explains regretfully, “I will arrange a mazoi to escort you back to your family. Please, in the meantime, rest yourself.”

She leads the woman towards one of the crystalline pools where she can drink and bathe if desired, and asks a passing fellahin to bring meat and ripe fruits from their stores.

“How is it you’ve come to the desert?” She wonders, gesturing gently towards the turquoise waters.