“Pharaoh Isetnofret. Semer-wati Rashepses. Divine amiirad.”
Now it seemed the captain could attest to the rumors circling the riverlands. She was a great beauty, and as his eyes took in the gentle refinement he felt a sudden sickness that it was into the arms of Shepseskare’s cruelest brat she was drawn.
He knew well what lingering would earn him from Rashepses.
“You look in good health, Great Ones.” His eyes shift then to the small princess, stood well and safe between. Another exquisite, gilt divine.
“It is fortuitous that Pharaoh Khaemwaset of Satriya sent his jodai to this coast.” An edging look cast in the direction of Isetnofret’s movable feast.