Lion Head Mesa ho[m]e

"i love you, my priestess," heart finding its calm as he framed her face in his palms and gazed down as if committing each detail of her countenance to permanent memory.

in many ways they had both changed. aged. grown into the roots of their spiritual demands, and yet to his eyes was nazli ageless, guileless, a testimony to the goodness of their kingdom.

not for the first time was senmut unsure of their place here, and a shadow crossed the otherwise honeyed set of his smile.