Two Eyes Cenote sand & lapis

Khusobek is announced. She arises, cursing beneath her breath, bereft of any characteristic stoicism. Heat floods her veins and there is not enough time to remake herself. Her eyes follow the familiar cut of the mazoi’s shoulders as he enters the room.

Outwardly, she finds his bow appalling. She shifts in her step, glancing through her doorway to see that no fellahin lingered. But when her eyes return to his lowered crown they glint with the shadow of something unspoken.

“Please, Khusobek, to your feet,” she implores and draws back to invite him further into her chamber.

A great effort is made to concentrate, but she only half-listens to the missive, lobbing a fiery objection as soon as he’d finished.

“We have a serious problem.”