Two Eyes Cenote ninety-sixth

when akavir's step sounded in the glossy corridor, the priest pulled his paw back from where it had just skimmed the pristine surface.

ripples wavered in perfect silence. only then did he turn viridian gaze, slowly moving to face the dark man.

servant. slave. lover. dead. there were many outcomes for the unknown king who regarded him in equal quiet.

"let us reintroduce ourselves. i am senmut, hereditary prince and High Scribe to pharaoh. you are akavir, once taltos. father to lilitu, a former princess of the kingdom, and presumably familiar with eset, our hebsut."

senmut did not threaten. he did not preen; he did not posture. akavir's eyes were met with utter stillness. "do not lie to me again. tell me who you are and from where you come."