Lion Head Mesa tepidus

it was enough to perk her, her ego. given all she could ever dream of and still she plucked meat off the bones of the roman's words.

i would not know.

she dared to say, lips quivered into a momentary smile.

but perhaps i will.

it did not have to be him. she was not sure if she would have picked him anyway. too politically disastrous. but a lowly soldier given her blessing?

perhaps a political boon.