Lion Head Mesa Chrysanthemum

She accepts his touch, clasping ever tighter. The princess had always revered Senmut as a priest and a prince, and now she saw the rector as a figure of comfort in the face of great loneliness.

She turns her face sharply. Still, he would not understand! He would never know what it felt to look into his beloved’s eyes and see a different pair staring back.

“Sometimes I fear… he is not my brother at all,” the amiirad whispers.