Two Eyes Cenote stars, aligning

ice sparkled suddenly through his veins, for senmut entertained no ideas that such a man would be content as Consort, to be called upon for the siring of sons and daughters but in possession of no pharaonic power.

that was what a Consort had always been — unless she meant also for this to change.

the Horus Throne moved from his hand — the moment, bittersweet.

"the prince proves to be decisive and elegant. he will make a proper companion, perfected by your divinity."

to ashikaga; he considered this, and then, for senmut knew he must speak directly for his queen, "on the birth of your first child, she will be demoted for their crown. will she accept this?" and then, because there was more trepidation within, "if the prince does not accept your offer, will you seek to content him or turn him away, great one?"