Lion Head Mesa [m] Elephantine

Placed a governess to the royal children of the palace was a task she had not expected to be placed upon her—and the days passed so very quickly as she worked diligently not just to prove her worth to Pharaoh and Semer-wati but also to gain the trust of her new wards.

They were a flurry of energy, with keen eyes and sharp minds, and she worried that an outsider such as herself would not be as helpful.

So when she was summoned by another fellahin to the private chambers of Akashingo’s king, she felt a flutter of nerves dance within her chest—was she failing in her duties?

She moved at once—afraid to lose what had been bestowed upon her, eyes darting to the glorious walls of the palace and knowing she would miss the luxuries extended. Swallowing, head bowed, she was announced before settling in the entrance of the chambers, form now sweeping low—her gaze only grazing up to the man’s darkened figure momentarily, her breath catching. “You've called for me, your Eminence?”