Luneshale Pass Mine and yours

oh, legend! blessed shadow of Anubis Himself, crafted from night and from a devoted want so visceral that senmut felt the pull and heat of it even now, even only standing with her.

was this love? his mind searched nightly in desperation for an answer to this question, for it was so unlike the near-fear he had born for makono, the affection for isa, the boundless springtime feeling in his spirit for nazli —

i belonged to him first.

senmut kissed the head crowned in black silk, throat tight for a thousand reasons as his scarlet arms wended her harder against him. "i have never belonged to anyone," he said hoarsely, not a prince now, only a shy and wondering scribe, a godly man seeing the face of his fealty in the sheen of legend's eyes.