10/31/2025, 11:09 PM
Hennutawy spent almost all waking hours with Neferseba, and if she were not with the girl, then it was darling Satiset’s mother and father.
The young lady counts her blessings- how fortunate she was to find herself in Touya’s court. She is no stranger to unseemly work, knowing many a night on her belly. The cut that has split her bottom lip into two many months ago had not been earned by softness. Yet now it was the gentleness of the princess she has earned for her labor.
Low hum in her throat, Hennutawy sweeps dust off the pelts she has settled on the ground for the little Goddess, sharp eyes pinched in a narrow focus. There is the incense of myrrh that lingers in the air, and it is not a moment too long that she instinctively feels a blue gaze upon her coat. Hennutawy glances over her shoulder and the cold expression melts to something softer, something genuine.
“Good evening, Princess,” she says in a light voice, one not so rehearsed and she bows her head in deference. “Has the day grown long for you?”
The young lady counts her blessings- how fortunate she was to find herself in Touya’s court. She is no stranger to unseemly work, knowing many a night on her belly. The cut that has split her bottom lip into two many months ago had not been earned by softness. Yet now it was the gentleness of the princess she has earned for her labor.
Low hum in her throat, Hennutawy sweeps dust off the pelts she has settled on the ground for the little Goddess, sharp eyes pinched in a narrow focus. There is the incense of myrrh that lingers in the air, and it is not a moment too long that she instinctively feels a blue gaze upon her coat. Hennutawy glances over her shoulder and the cold expression melts to something softer, something genuine.
“Good evening, Princess,” she says in a light voice, one not so rehearsed and she bows her head in deference. “Has the day grown long for you?”