Two Eyes Cenote ninety-third

one face, then another. senmut stared with dismal relief and something else mingled upon his face. "you are addled with fever, i am sure. it looks as though you have not slept in days. eset told me what was done," or rather, that it had been her fault.

the bright gemstones of his eyes were poignant. "hate me if you must, machiavelli, but allow me to remove these thorns and lance the pus before the infection reaches your teeth or your gaze."

a doctor, pleading; a scribe, recording; a lover — the lover was not present here, only the insistence of a prince accustomed to being heeded for he knew he was correct.