Two Eyes Cenote love, love, love—

Royal guard.
Fan bearer on the right side of the pharaoh.
She says nothing, but her eyes cut sharply to the smarmy mug of chosen consort; you will bow to her. Just as Zaahira had chosen so readily to do — just as the Gods willed for her to do.
She keeps her place and makes it clear by the set of her shoulders that if he is to disobey, if he is to cause a scene — if violence at his hands were to fall upon their kingdom, then a fire would be lit beneath him, and Zaahira would breathe life into it.