Khamma

Khamma moves through the moonlit garden with the easy familiarity of a servant who knows every corner of her mistress's life, teasing Nubta about the stars while keeping one ear tuned for the clatter of Naaman's horse. She is loyal to Tsarpi but not blind, and her watchfulness places her at the edge of secrets she was never meant to hold. Her presence gives the household its texture — the gossip, the laughter, the small evasions that make the coming betrayal feel lived-in rather than staged.