Redsand Canyon Zestasiá

Oh, how his heart swelled.

Arsenio could not keep his tail from beating against the floor. For the worries she had shared, Tamar seemed confident in her answer – to have children. Try as he might, the Greek man could not stop himself from picturing sweet fiery babies with her soft brown gaze, her captivating features. Even though they only existed as a thought, he could almost hear her laugh on their tongues.

Our family, he breathed into the plush hairs of her neck, will be so beautiful, so good. Just as you are, to me.

There, in their shared home, Arsenio could not even think of Ramesses. There was peace to be found in Mereo, beneath the watchful yellow eyes of Germanicus. There was peace to be found in Tamar’s freedom.

I think you will be a most wonderful mother.