Rosewater Oasis Killed him, took his name, and I got new glasses.

Pharoah.

and nephew of pharoah. Kin to semer-wati.

She is dead. He says, the threat of a break in his voice ever present They're all dead. The severity of his words all too heavy for the mouth that spoke them. Eyes of amethyst and gold did not waver, they recounted it all with a distant blankness.

And now there was a new pharoah. Chosen by the gods. Sculpted by the gods in all their radiance.

Nokht too, was sculpted by them, but by their wrath and not their love.

I do believe. He speaks in a low tone that betrays the conflict that stirs in his heart. Of course he believed.

He was supposed to, at least. He didn't get many lessons on religion during his captivity. The rest he heard through fearful prayers in the halls of Muat-Riya's cenote. If the gods could save, then why did they chose not to?