Lion Head Mesa I'm so over all this bad luck

"as a noblewoman, your marriage must benefit the palace," ramesses reminded sokha, pulling away from her ministrations. he felt revived as he slid from his throne, rolling his shoulders and glancing back at her with steady lapis eyes.
"i will give you a choice, lady sokha. go to the queen. ask to be placed in her retinue, at her side. when she travels, so shall you, and this will grant you a chance to examine the nobles of other nations."
"or," and here ramesses waved a paw, "i shall choose for you."