Lion Head Mesa she is good, but she lies

pharaoh gazed at her. maegi was so otherwordly, eldritch. sometimes it scarcely seemed real that she should speak to him at all. and yet she did. he was not sure why she seemed so much sharper now, and his eyes slid thoughtfully to her belly.
"everything has a price. everything can be bartered." he had no suspicions of who had fathered her children, nor was he ready to ask. "the children of a noblewoman, provided she chose someone of her own rank, would be reared and educated alongside mine. i would retain the final decision on future roles or marriages, but it would not be a hard life to have them here."
more children in akashingo meant more adults one day. on its face he could see no reason why not. he would never be the one tending her brood.
the lazuli eyes sparkled with curiosity. who had she chosen? and when had this even happened?