Lion Head Mesa Anubis

Very well, I will.

Kasmut pouted, rising from the water and stepping out where her pale coat dripped onto the ground and returned to the bath.

When Tamar spoke again, to say that the desert flower was only a concubine to the Pharaoh, Kasmut regarded her with cold indifference. The coral light of her eyes latched tightly to the fiery coat of the maid – a figure that was surely favored in the eyes of the mesa’s ruler. How had little Tamar gotten so bold? Was it that she only served the queen, so she had no fear?

You foolish servant. I wish to carry his children. You know nothing of what you speak. You are spoiled for a maid.

With a huff, the flower shook her coat and padded from the bathroom.