Lion Head Mesa serekh

He did speak in riddles! It was hard for her to follow with the wine growing stronger within her, blurring things in her head. Mistress. Holy man. The prince. Nazli no longer thought of what worried her because she was so addled by the wine and words.

But he spoke of Makono now. What wouldn't she do for the crown prince? I would do anything for her, she crooned now, flustered all over again at the memory of the baths, although it was now only a haze. Anything.

I do love her. My sister - my Makono, but... She changes. And I am changing. It was all so confusing. When did it get easier? The girl sighs and presses her forehead in to the man's chest, forgetting for now his divinity, and seeking only comfort.