Lion Head Mesa she is good, but she lies

a long silence followed. ramesses remained implacable. "and was your husband here to impregnate you, maegi? were you blessed by the gods? or did you only follow nature to where you find yourself now?" he shifted slowly, an ivory gold-gilt serpent uncoiling gently upon his throne. 
"your children will be bastards otherwise. will the world take favorably to more of them, do you think?" he himself would not. maegi had come to him with her predicament. this was his assistance.
"prince charles is promised to princess lilitu. gucci alone would hold the nobility that this marriage needs to command. it is too late to search for another man."
his voice was even. would she find him cruel or pragmatic?
"who sired them?"