Lion Head Mesa iron

they need me more, the new mother countered, curving closer to both children where they were nested.

if they are to serve their master, they need me. my milk is for them; the queen -- she will be fine, at least a few days more. that is what jawahir demands.

pleasing the pharaoh has always been their focus. it was not until they looked upon these frail bodies that this changed, that the priority reshaped the hebsut. watching every breath as if it were their last; a taste of stolen air.

a sigh.

what can i do? desperation.