1/17/2026, 6:07 PM
Flirtatiously, the queen had been protesting Pharaoh’s antics in a chamber of presence, where court advisors were sure to go strolling by— though the sweetness of jasmine did not veil the more fruitful scent of her longing which hung onto Pharaoh from their night prior, and she was captive to his voice as it spilled in lambent tone across the room.
Setemhotep; her eyes take warming hold of the hem's particular flare of gold before moving peculiarly over the woman at his side. She has a visual appeal in familiar drapes of ivory and obsidian. Her own voice is elegant to thrill through the halls of the sandstone temple. Streaming daylight reflects in darting and flickering gleams from a looped circlet around her neck.
“Satriya welcomes you, Lady El’Zeath,” Neith blinks her kohl-darkened eyelids and looks on eagerly to hear what knowledge she holds of the eternal flame.
Setemhotep; her eyes take warming hold of the hem's particular flare of gold before moving peculiarly over the woman at his side. She has a visual appeal in familiar drapes of ivory and obsidian. Her own voice is elegant to thrill through the halls of the sandstone temple. Streaming daylight reflects in darting and flickering gleams from a looped circlet around her neck.
“Satriya welcomes you, Lady El’Zeath,” Neith blinks her kohl-darkened eyelids and looks on eagerly to hear what knowledge she holds of the eternal flame.
