He held up his hand, and silence descended immediately, all eyes fastened on him, waiting apprehensively.
Ahktar presented herself to her son, kneeling before him submissively, her head bowed; from behind lowered lashes, she’d seen him staring at her body as the light had shone through her practically transparent gown as she’d entered the chamber, and she’d smiled to herself.
Afterwards, her hand-maidens had oiled and perfumed her body, giggling as she responded to the touch of their hands, then stained her eyelids with kohl and painted her nipples red, before slipping an almost completely diaphanous gown over her head, admiring the way it revealed her body and legs almost as if she was naked.
