Lion Head Mesa [m] clan of the cave bear

Today was the sixth since she had awoken to find herself in an agitated state. Diantha knew what such things meant, and so she had kept herself here, waiting for Charles. But he had not come.

And now, the pharaoh at her doorway. She had been instructed not to bother him with the injured coyote. This would be easy, as her mind was elsewhere.

You said I must give him heirs, she said, but he has not come to my chambers. To bed a prince was one thing, but to bed the king himself? That played into her own selfish desires.