Lion Head Mesa she is good, but she lies

Of her own rank. So a noble, then, she replied, lifting her brow. If I'm not mistaken, that leaves me little Gucci and that ragged young man, Charles. Or Lilitu, the girl, if she so chose. . .

Regardless, none of those options suited her much.

And if I don't choose? Maegi continued. I have a husband, Pharaoh. Whether he's alive or dead, I don't intend on replacing him.

And did it really matter if these pests never had a named father? They could become fellahin, for all she cared. Sheogorath's earthly seed could rot.

Her chin was high, but her eyes respectful, fixed on Ramesses' white-gold sternum.