My Goddess,



I hope this letter finds you well and you haven't shed too many tears over me. I'm sure you must've heard about the villa Akhenaten gave me burning down. Please, do not look for me. I intend to remain in hiding for several days.



It seems in the past week or so, I'm not the only one to take flight from Cairo! I've found myself around familiar faces. Or at least, they've become familiar since we've last seen them together. I don't understand what all the fuss was about with the Tempest of Set, they seem in every way the finest sort of people.



But, I digress.



I have no intention of ever seeing that cretin again. He's vile and tricked me into nearly succumbing to smoke and fire. If there's one thing to be grateful to him for, it was for putting me in the path to you. Perhaps hindsight is clearer than foresight, but these past few days have made it clear that I was never in love. I coveted, I basked in the attention of a ba spirit (Is that what they're called? I'm still learning) and now I've been left burned because of it...



I've come to a realization, my dear goddess.



I have fallen.



Smitten.



Enraptured.



By you.



If you feel the same, in three days time, come to Thebes and we can figure out how to proceed with these complicated feelings together.


Rather than a signature, at the bottom of this letter, a single lip-shaped carmine imprint decorates parchment.