Two Eyes Cenote A Winged Insect to Your Funeral Pyre

An ally.

“So this is your broker for peace,” her voice flattens, aiming towards him the effect of a slap in the face.

“Tell me then why I should trust our palace to a man who is least of all honorable and not above using someone for his own benefit?” Eset follows the shift of his feet with the force of her burning eyes.

He was an ivory piece upon a senet board. She had to get rid the spool. The spool was up to no good.

“Legend can be unnerving but she is not one to strike out of turn. Tell me why you attacked her that day.”

She awaited his truth, to see if he’d tell it.