Lion Head Mesa sword & jaw

of course she did not take the offering. this was no act, khusobek felt; it was eset's genuine face, and natural reticence in her station to dismiss the gift.

"you can and you shall," the mazoi rumbled, and the necklace was held ever straighter, more aloft, until it caught the shimmering glow of sunshine in the corridor and fairly scintillated beneath both their gazes.

"come here. let me put it on you." pleasure now, to see her undone by this offering that would be paltry to royal eyes. there was both goodwill and selfishness in the act, but truly khusobek wished to see the red stone at her throat.