Lion Head Mesa [m] signet

Once in position she was combing the fine furs, finding a joy in this otherwise mundane task. Nazli imagined herself helping Makono with her golden fleece rather than her father, and while she was hidden behind or beside Ramesses, warmed to the memories of Mereo.
When he asked after the priest she was not offended. They were friends who worked closely together, and Nazli could see no further insinuation there; she was otherwise preoccupied with her work.
Yes. In the mornings when he praises the sun, and sometimes when the hem need help with their chores. If Nazli held even the smallest drop of Jawahir within her she might've thought Ramesses jealous, but she was neither nefarious of spirit nor emotionally mature enough to contend with the idea; so it did not even grace her mind.