Lion Head Mesa 治す futsukayoi

she thought it was a good sort of answer.

the way that the queen seemed to wish the embrace settled the maidservant. if she could provide even a moment's respite in this way then she would. it occurred to her that while pharaoh was constantly encircled by an entourage of lust, satsu enjoyed no such attentions.

perhaps she was lonely.

tamar did not agree that pharaoh belonged to anyone. but then again he had only wanted to marry satsu. she would be his wife. the others would remain as they were. gingerly she slid her arm beneath satsu and settled closer, turning her watercolor eyes on the striking face of the royal woman.

"women are not often free to make their own choices," she said quietly, avoiding a direct look into the other's gaze.