Two Eyes Cenote A Winged Insect to Your Funeral Pyre

He is youthful, arrogant and smart, but there is no danger yet if she does not let it bluff her. Eset does not take her eyes from the fellahin, watching every move as he lays bare his story.

So- some sort of horrible fate awaits him. The very walls of the palace had become a fortress, a refuge from the desert and her cruelties. At this point in her life Eset had to worry about what was and wasn’t favorable to Muat-riya and its residents, as Pharaoh had chosen to use her power to elevate her. Once again she finds herself debating the virtues of such a choice, her feelings no more or less complicated than the spider’s web woven by Machiavelli himself.

“Why do these wolves hunt you? Who are they?” Her questions are quick now that they’d cut through the bullshit.