Yesterday, 9:32 PM
Gold of adornments caught torchlight. Jodai stood, world narrowing. Aware suddenly of every scar crossing the aged body, and all the years etched into his face, while across the aisle white linen flowed about gracefully proceeding limbs. Choosing him.
Very few of the arriving guests had ever laid eyes on Sitamun, and although they must have been apprised of her beauty, none would be prepared for its actuality. In her last few moments of maidenhood, the realization was still foreign: that he loved her. And if such a god as Hathor existed, Sapair beseeched then: let me be worthy.
No restraint is met with the aureate smile, the captain's grin climbing slowly, and with it eyes given to their indulgent examination.
“Goddess,” a whispering is for her ear over the seer’s petitions. “I am your’s, eternally.”
And Sitamun became his wife.
Very few of the arriving guests had ever laid eyes on Sitamun, and although they must have been apprised of her beauty, none would be prepared for its actuality. In her last few moments of maidenhood, the realization was still foreign: that he loved her. And if such a god as Hathor existed, Sapair beseeched then: let me be worthy.
No restraint is met with the aureate smile, the captain's grin climbing slowly, and with it eyes given to their indulgent examination.
“Goddess,” a whispering is for her ear over the seer’s petitions. “I am your’s, eternally.”
And Sitamun became his wife.