Two Eyes Cenote calling the scarlet sands

Rashepses was a man born in opulence and after the weeks of travel through scant unsettled desert the pomp and regalia was a welcomed return to form. He enjoyed the press and the chorus of whispers from the guests until the ceremony began and the crowd subsided into silence.

He sat regally upon the dais as he watched the priest’s procession, but his eyes sought the shape of only one. When she appeared he felt the surge of blood. She was his Toula, but sharper beneath the embellishments. Darker, beneath the night. He could not look away. Across the throng of bodies and deckered pathway his eyes found her’s.

“You’re dangerously beautiful,” the lowest murmur spoke into her ear as she met him and the priests began to lead their rituals.  They acted as bid and Rashepses knelt, laying his kiss upon each ivory paw and into her temple, lastly taking the seal that placed Pharaoh Toula into his eternal protection. He pulled back to drink in the curves of her face as adulations soared.