Wheeling Gull Isle but sleep won't set me free

If Pharaoh wanted to remove her smile, he would succeed. She laughed softly and was beginning to ask him what exactly a 'harem' was when his questions came. All joy faded from her face, her eyes growing cold. If his aim was to provoke, he had succeeded.

My father is dead to me. Dead to the world, she added (and good riddance). He was not a good man. He was my family only in blood.

There were so many linked to her that she wished to cast aside. Cicero, Potema, Damien. . .the list continued on. But she was indelibly linked to the Melonii through flesh and bone, and that, she could not deny. Her right eye, deep indigo, would forever betray that truth.

I've chosen my family, Maegi said shortly. Mou, our children. . .they are what matter to me. Not my father. Not my blood.

She sat silently, gaze smoldering like a newly-smoored fire, waiting for his reaction.