Lion Head Mesa i'm a ghost and you know this

toula. a loving sister who lived in her mind and heart at all hours. pious, right. all things a queen to pharaoh should be. unlike the horrible woman who had birthed her — how had she winded her way up top?

give everything we can to toula. she is right for anything.

her voice a tired exhale. she wished it would be easy to simply kill the men come from the loins of their own father. leave no obvious contenders for the throne she sat upon now — but it would only birth more complications later on.

i want eyes and ears upon my brother.

was the request so terrible?