Lion Head Mesa Was-sceptre

nazli! nazli! senmut stood poised at the head of the red land as muat-riya descended upon akashingo.

he saw the familiarity of their faces, their fear, their exhaustion. and among them, it was the godhead which commanded his eye. on soft approach he came, bowing low before pharaoh. "akashingo rejoices at your safe return."

his obedience also for rashepses, though he did not dare focus upon semer-wati for now. "your children wait for you in the throne room, Divinities," he murmured to them both.

please! do not speak of tavina! and machiavelli's words danced harmfully in his mind. how had pharaoh allowed this to happen?