Lion Head Mesa the wheat from the chaff ☥

for a moment, princeling resented servant so fiercely a headache overtook him. he wanted to threaten charmion, to wound him, to drive him out. all for the sin of being close to neith while he was locked outside the doors of her regard.

it hurt.

he hurt. "in my rooms is a new sheepskin of pure white." his voice held only the slightest tremble. "take it to her as a wintertime gift from me."

he did not dismiss charmion; khaemwaset left the fellahin alone at once to seek his own solitude.