Lion Head Mesa 治す futsukayoi

whatever tamar had expected it was not this.

she had only a moment's resistance until she was surrounded by the body-warmth of the royal figure. satsu smelled of herself and the flowers that clung in the air of akashingo. the maidservant felt also, as she lay there rather stiffly, that the aroma of the pharaoh still clung to this bed. this despite the fact that he had not been here at all.

tamar fidgeted. "your highness," she whispered, seizing upon this uncommon moment. "are you excited to be married to pharaoh?" her voice was hardly over a whisper.