Firefly Glen [PHE] hounds at bay ☥

The jovial nature of their arrival had dispersed with the head of the royal family—Toula and Rashepses absence was felt among their people, surely, but it was the children who had grown all the more sullen.

Nasima kept careful watch upon them—and as night fell, and Khaemwaset’s own inky tones blended with the shadowed sky, the governess swept up to his right side, remaining a small distance as she settled herself down, pale blue eyes cast to upward.

“Is the night not beautiful, Amiir?”