Lion Head Mesa omnigenus

Sayf shook his head. I was rarely there in the evening's. But I was there most days, bringing her food and lately I have—had been bringing her flowers from around the mesa, he answered. He still brought them to her now, only it was to where her body lay, not to her quarters.

The hebsut suddenly worried that it might have been the flowers that poisoned her. His eyes widened and he raised his gaze again. What if it was the flowers that made the queen sick? He would never forgive himself if that was the case. And what would the pharaoh think?