Lion Head Mesa henti

something sour, in her mouth.

something dour, in her features.

but in her spot behind her siblings, neither would gaze upon her. only the pharaoh would be given view of her features. tumbling and churning like a thunderstorm.

"...but foremost her delivery of a new crown prince marks her as queen regent."

so why did the words of the imperator grip her now? what of the latin queens? did they depend upon birthing sons to be pharaohs?

did they need to wait for a man to be gone to take control?

makono could not stop the confusing tumble of her thoughts. a crushing teenage coming of age moment, perhaps.

the absence? death and no sons?

she would not surprised if her siblings turned their gazes to her now.