Lion Head Mesa Voice of man

"it shall be done, gilded one," senmut answered. so much, left to him! it was not as if he feared the work; what had once overcome the prince was now a mere eyeblink of thought. 

and he was free to travel. senmut knew now that his desire for it had been kindled during the moontide expedition.

a berry for himself as well. "i know you are early into your marriage, great Consort. but i must ask: will you be collecting such beauties of various courts for your own design?"

only a child of pharaoh's body might sit upon the Horus Throne. it did not preempt a handsomely brash riverprince from gathering his own harem as children arrived and thoughts turned toward court. 

and while afield, senmut might well look for such. a bevy of foreign princesses and politically sired sons might annoy pharaoh, but it was only she who carried the Divine Spark. she must elevate herself above such matters. 

his own shoulders, caressed; he allowed tension to come away from his limbs.