Lion Head Mesa fourth

she held him snared.

senmut was well aware that political dances were beyond him. it was why he cleaved unto the gods and would not be parted from his worship. it was the only consistent thing he bore himself.

at last the young priest lifted his eyes to her own, slowly, past the poised paw and up to just where he could catch a glimpse of ramesses' own lapis stare reflected and piercing.

his heart galloped. he looked away. "if the Apis Bull saw goodness in the match, then the new queen's reign will be without war."