Lion Head Mesa lebanon

The flower’s expression did not change when he offered his forgiveness. She could feel her heart flutter with the force of a thousand birds. Their wings beat inside of her viciously. Kasmut only smiled sweetly to her Pharaoh and watched as he retreated to one of the natural shelves in his throne room.

Ramesses spoke of children. He spoke, too, of the queen’s willingness to provide that for him. Kasmut did not miss this, but she was not certain that she understood it, either. The pale coyote’s tall ears swiveled to him. She remained where he had left her standing. The coral pink of her eyes would not leave the lapis of his.

It would be only the greatest honor to carry your sons, your daughters, your very seed.

Kasmut’s smile spread ever so slightly.

Jawahir, the jewel, is a fine creature. She seethed with jealousy.

The queen… she does not wish to carry sons and daughters of Egypt? Ah, but… she does not understand how high an honor it is, surely. Once she had spoken it, she cast her gaze worriedly to the earth and stood waiting for his voice.