The King and Queen of Crete as well as the entire royal family is reposing at the major palace at Knossos. They are not due to arrive in Phaistos for another two weeks.

The King of Crete is fast becoming a thorn in my side. He has been alerted by some 'means' as to our existence and the re-establishment of Lady Nitocris-Simajotos, the serpent-woman. I can't have the destruction of our worship as it was when my great-great grandmother lived.

But for now I am content.

There is a knock on the doors to my chamber.
"What is it?" I ask looking up from the many texts of Simajotos.
In enters Lianis. She bows and speaks. "Great Priestess I have some disturbing news. Critina has divined that there has arrived another foreigner of that 'strange ilke' she has come and her name is Kyria I believe." She bows and waits for my response.

I stand and the fading sunlight makes my bronzed skin glow and plays off of my silver encased nipples of my exposed chest. I stand in grim silence looking out the window of the great temple of Nestus. "You may go Lianis. Thank you." She leaves, no doubt with a perplexed look upon her face.

"Why are you here Kyria and what is it about that Reylari that unsettles me greatly?" The questions are endless and I am confused.

For some reason I feel threatned and it is a subtle feeling that grips me involuntarily. Those two will bear watching like never before and especially Kyria. I don't know about those two but I will and should they propose a problem to me, then they will surely meet with unfortunate deaths.

I smile at the thought