Two Eyes Cenote Sleep over

with her guard and her favored of fellahin, the Pharaoh swept through the hall. it was time to play tribute to one of the Gods, inconvenient though the hour may be. the Pharaoh knew better than most the Gods cared little for such trivial things. 
but she was given brief pause as she heard nails other than her own click down the hallway. and she, upon sight of one of the newest fellahin, halted her procession. her eyes alighted not upon the mysterious figure who served her in the shadows, but another newer face—one entirely unknown to her. it’s features were soft, softer than any of the sharper features she was oft surrounded by—but especially soft next to the knife of a man he followed. 
her titles, each of them, were announced—and she peered to the fellahin now, whom she knew to be her Mazoi’s latest fixation in the absence of the priest-made-prince. she wondered what was so compelling about him—and tonight, the Gods had put him directly in her path. 
she smiled sweetly. and who is this most delightful creature you have brought to me? she asked of him, her gemstone gaze full of earnest curiosity.