Redsand Canyon i wanna be your stone, love

Arsenio did not understand fully what she meant in her answer.

The red wolf’s head was pulled back with some surprise. He offered her an encouraging smile. If the herbalist wanted a child, the mercenary did not believe she had to stoop to the Pharaoh to get one. In fact, he was most certain that any of the soldiers who patrolled Mereo would have been more favorable husbands than the entitled man who ruled over the mesa.

Ah! But you are a lovely woman. I do not believe it would be difficult to find a man who would give you a child. Even here- his gaze shifted to the canyon as his words faded. When Arsenio returned his sights to the woman, curiosity still lingered there. The herbalist was fair, and her colors were earthy and warm. The man did not doubt that she could find someone who would fight for her wants.

The Pharaoh usually does not give without taking something for himself. This is what I am more curious about. Has he named his price to you?