Lion Head Mesa Just need someone to hold me, even though you don't even know me

the benefit or curse of palatial life was that all your moves were known.

in whispers, in rumours; nothing left to chance or to fate.

melody had lain with the mazoi. it was her right, senmut supposed, though he had taken her for someone who would prefer a more docile treat, a softer one.

he began to clear his throat, then stopped, staring at the ring of hallowed magick in which she slept.