Lion Head Mesa the doors are locked trust me I know, 'cause I have tried them all

Sabah.

The name she had heard more than her own. Any of her own, really. She supposed that’s what she got when she had never told anyone her true name, keeping her heart locked behind an ever shifting array of faces and names all attributed to one woman who didn’t even know who she was.

Nephele blew out a breath.

Pharoah.

He spoke of the Saints, as if she knew of them, and she nodded as if she did. She raised her head to face him, slowing her pace from determined marching to a more sedate walk.

I see myself protecting the borders, as I have been. Maybe with more like me to protect us. She said, tipping her head to one side as she watched the golden man.

But, I am at your whims and mercy. Where would you like me to be in your kingdom?