Two Eyes Cenote [m] Adder

He turned once more, a thoughtful, yet disapproving hmm rumbling in his throat. I do not think that it would be wise to hold a public dinner, he murmured, the words slow, each syllable carrying the weight of his concern. That way there is no chance of anyone else being harmed. Poison or not, it could be dangerous.

The faces of those he had come to care about in the palace flickered in his thoughts, each one dearer to him than he would have liked to admit. The memory of their laughter, their kindness, haunted him, and the idea that any of them might suffer due to his actions tightened a knot of dread in his chest. No, he thought resolutely, he would not allow them to be caught in the crossfire of his schemes, nor suffer the consequences of a plot gone awry.

His shoulders tensed as he considered the weight of his next words. Perhaps it would be wise to send the families away from here, just before the plan is set in motion. Not too soon, or Herod would grow suspicious. Perhaps to Akashingo… The Erpa-ha mentioned that Pharaoh was expecting heirs? The families could be sent there, under the guise of delivering tribute. His thoughts spilled forth, each word laced with the careful calculation of a mind working to uncover flaws in the plan, to shield the innocent.


Machi's brow furrowed as he weighed the consequences, I cannot deny the risk, he conceded, voice heavy with resignation. He shook his head, a dejected sigh escaping his lips. What do you suggest, Hebsut?

His eyes widened sharply at her next words, her suggestion taking him aback. Eira? No—no, I do not believe so, he replied, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. She is here to avenge the death of her son, and I cannot fault her for that.