She must have been doing well since the pharaoh had yet to take his eyes off of her and her body. Not that she minded having him look at her body. She felt proud that he even wanted to notice her. So as she put even more passion into her movements and gave him a heated look, asking with her eyes what he thought of her
Unfortunately he told the other dancers to join with her. But his words about her being a queen, or at least about how a queen never dances alone, nearly stopping but she caught herself before she actually embarrassed herself. She kept an eye on Imhotep as she danced, putting a bit more pizzazz than normal into her dancing. Yet she did wish that she were the only one that was dancing. Yet even when she was joined, she was pleased that she was the only one that he kept his eyes on.
She figured her father had written to her and wondered what he had said to the pharaoh. It had been soon after he had found her with a guard so he was most likely rather angry in his letter. Though she had no doubts that he would give her up only for an alliance. But she really didn’t care about her father right now.
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