Firefly Glen [PHE] Iwn

Adamant refusal was held only by Semer-wati’s tightly pressed lips as he looked into his wife’s face, incensed like he’d never before seen her.

“Ready your things, sesh. The girl needs immediate medical attention,” gruffly he spoke and with simmering eyes excused the doctor. This was a conversation between Pharaoh and King, and when they were alone he regarded his wife fiercely.

“Out of the question, Toula,” Rashepses’ face soured, golden eyes flashing brighter in the moonlight. None spoke to Pharaoh this way. In a reversal of tradition she held the ultimate authority. The riverking had scorned his lineage by releasing his rights to the title– and now she threatened his very reason for doing so; this love, and the family they built together. The black hackles stood.

“A mother should stay with her children, where they will be safely guarded,” he takes up more words, muscles in the clenched jaw leaping. She would not deny the roles of man and woman. For long moments he paced, lips peeling, ears flattened, then at last turned back to her with a deepened look that was almost vulnerable.

“My love, I cannot lose you.”