Lion Head Mesa down on your knees, you just don't look so tall

Throne? Vassal? Zharille did not know what these meant. She did not care. All that mattered to her in this moment was her power, and to get her place returned to her she would do anything. She is greedy, and desperate, and too proud to ask outright. She did not care what the deal was — only that she be mother again, and the lake be her domain.

Khaba's blood, yours. She did not care for the steely glint in the little man's eye, but it did not matter. So long as they both got what they wanted. If that meant she somehow served this little man and his sand people from afar, what did she care? They were a world away to her.