Lion Head Mesa she is good, but she lies

You don't know the half of it, Maegi replied, with a watery attempt at a smirk. She sighed, then, coming closer at his gesture and settling upon her haunches. She was on edge, her spine ramrod straight, despite her fairly close relationship with the Pharaoh.

She gave him an inquisitive look. Am I still welcome here? she asked without further preamble. Despite. . . Maegi trailed off, motioning to her belly.

Being a noble had given her privileges; this she knew. But she did not know if Ramesses was protective enough of his own offspring to boot other children from the ranks. She didn't mind the forced exodus of whatever demon spawn grew within her, but she did hope that he took pity on her, specifically.

She drew a deep breath, waiting for his response.