[h1][center][color=orangered]Bes'eshe Sethokpara[/color][/center][/h1]

The harsh words of the Roman did not surprise Bes'eshe but the sudden turn about stunned the Egyptian woman. As he bent to help her, she listened to his honeyed words. Even though her interaction with men was limited, she did not need a God to tell her the words were naught but a false face. Even if there was truth. Standing to pick up the baskets she allowed the man to help her, giving slightly coy looks and a gracious smile. Her private disdain hidden well. Her father had given her a task and Egypt came before her personal feelings about this particular Roman commander. Though his last words made her laugh as he turned to walk, towards where she was headed, unknowing.

Silly man for him to be so forward with her with words and a sly wink. Walking with a quick step as she passed Gaius Marcius Lucio, Bes'eshe laughed. [color=orangered] "Such pretty words Roman!" [/color] Bes spoke in fluent Latin, a slight accent to her voice. [color=orangered] "Perhaps I will require a guard, but you seem unused to our Sun. You might be wise to avoid the noon for favor of good company." [/color] Giving him a teasing wink, she continues towards the gates out of the city. A odd destination for a woman of wealth and unguarded. Bes'eshe chuckled, Lucio was not a bad looking Roman. He was actually rather delectable looking. But duty to her pantheon came first. She would turn him into Rome's fall. It would take work, get him in the right position and then capsize the Roman command over Egypt at her whim. Oh, it was a wonderful plan.