10/10/2025, 3:00 PM
at the temple it had been a rarity to lie with a priest, an irony that was not wasted on this devotee of Nephthys. and indeed setemhotep remained a priest, for all his focus upon growing things and the treatment of one's body. he had spoken to sitamun of who he was and she had not forgotten it. her own rite was to represent the Lady for every common man, every soldier, every traveller who might wish to feel Her presence for the span of some hours.
holy work. rote work.
setemhotep's answer was even priestly! yet now the sunny eyes seemed to see into sitamun, past her. the maidservant's laugh was surprised and full with delight.
a wink, her litheness more pronounced now, as if she had no need to fear.
more light splashing as she began a second series of laps.
holy work. rote work.
setemhotep's answer was even priestly! yet now the sunny eyes seemed to see into sitamun, past her. the maidservant's laugh was surprised and full with delight.
you have never looked at me with desire, sesh.hem.
if you had, i would have been in your bower long ago.was that what he meant? for the sake of teasing, she was prepared to be incorrect.
a wink, her litheness more pronounced now, as if she had no need to fear.
i mean -- once i had thought only to serve the goddess. now i see that i could be more. i want more. how unbefitting for a fellahin.but she did not think setemhotep would judge her. there were paths in satriya to rise, simply not to the place that sitamun had always coveted.
more light splashing as she began a second series of laps.
