Lion Head Mesa notebook paper

all welcome, but maybe somebody with medicinal knowledge?

The pharaoh was no more. Not the one she had come to know as such, anyway. Diantha did not know if she carried heirs for Charles yet, but she spent each night oscillating between wishing it were so and wishing that it were not so. She kept these thought hidden beneath her normal aloof surface, not wishing to arouse suspicion, even with her intended. Diantha had not yet met him, and she did not know the kind of man he would be. Would he immediately out her, disgusted with what she had done? Or would he fear the consequences of not having fulfilled his own duty and conspire with her?

But no, maybe it was a thing better to never happen at all.

Diantha knew there were ways to make sure they did not come to term, and she searched the mesa's bleak surface for the supplies she would need.