Lion Head Mesa 治す futsukayoi

the woman was quiet.
she thought she recalled the sound of laughter; the taste of salted meat with its rough texture; the look on ramesses' face as he licked his lips; those dark eyes, too.
no, satsu answered of the second question, lifting her forearm to shoot tamar a look,
i do not need him. i do not want him to see me this way.
besides, for all satsu knew, crowfeather had gone.
not my queen.
tamar pressed her nose upon satsu and the chill relaxed her.
mm, i had too much. come here, muzzily reaching for the servant now, pulling her down among the furs.
satsu rested crescent-shaped upon her bed while tamar was there with her, lacking her usual spite.