Asara stood in stunned silence as Novura descended. She didn't know what she expected, but it wasn't this. As she felt Novura's hand on her shoulder, the familiar comfort of her motherly council washed over her. She breathed in deeply looking out over the people as Novura began to speak. As Novura vanished, Asara let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. It hurt to think that so soon after their wedding, Nialla would be expected to lead their forces to war. She wanted to be able to truly enjoy those first days as newly weds. Surely by then she would have heard back from her messengers and aid will have arrived from Spartania.
As the people began to recite their offering of praise, she finally relaxed some. She turned then to look at Nialla. Her hand tightened around hers, her free hand moving to take the other. She leaned forward, pressing her lips against hers in a soft and loving kiss. As she pulled away from her, her eyes fluttering open again. "I love you, my queen." She said softly, her eyes locking with hers. In a fortnight's time, she would be made Pharaoh and Nialla made Queen. It was an overwhelming concept.
After a few moments of them standing together, even amidst the cheers of the people, Malaketh stepped out onto the balcony. "So then. This is what the two of you have been up to." The Jackal headed man's eyes were gentle and accepting, if a little teasing.
"I'm sorry I deceived you, Malaketh." Asara said softly, bowing her head gently. "Nialla claimed my heart not soon after meeting. As you know, our rendezvous were forbidden. It had to remain a secret."
"I understand, my queen." He nodded his head. "Not that you need it, but for what it's worth. You have my blessing."
"Thank you, Malaketh." She bowed her head once again, turning to face Nialla. Once more she leaned into kiss her.