Two Eyes Cenote Subwoofer Lullaby

Muat-riya held its breath.

The entirety of the palace was under strict supervision, even as hebsut and mazoi remained opposed in light of their prisoner’s revelations.

Eset kept her hand upon the figurative dagger, tightly surveying foods to be served and frequently inspecting bedchambers during morning tidyings. The palace was to accept no strange gifts and areas of particular import were under safeguard by nightfall. She’d become more vigilant with visitors, but they arrived in no fewer numbers, often succumbing to the brutal heat that was the desert in high summer.

The woman who’d manifested today was no different, only she wore a thick mountain coat that put her at a greater risk than those born of the lowlands.

“Good day, my Lady,” the hebsut bows after trotting out into the sands to meet with her, “I am Eset, hebsut to Pharaoh Muat-riya Isetnofret Toula of Akashingo. How may I serve you?”