Two Eyes Cenote ninety-eighth

Her face soothes, a level of shared understanding passing in empathetic looks between them. He had already left a mark with his love, for Nazli would raise their daughter. But Eset was thinking of Senmut’s restless life. Even as they stood here within the palatial blue halls, moments were passing. The gentle baby was growing, refining into a girl of Muat-riya. Mother and child separate from Senmut; royal priest of Akashingo. Nazli, raising their daughter alone.

Eset draws a breath, returning to the evergreen. These months the hebsut felt she hung in a thready balance with the gods, casting many doubts on her devices. Still, her mind spun with a living prayer that might yet see the two in enduring union, whether or not through the tradition of marriage.

“If I can make it so, I will, Erpa-ha. Aiesha will be looked after if you wish it to be a holiday only for the two of you,” the amber eyes a tender glint.