Lion Head Mesa Malachite

A moment passes and then she nods.

Poison. Treachery. And suitors would continue to arrive, month after month in want of the empty throne. Even if Toula refuses now they will linger, eating up the palace stores and making demands of her court. There was not a thing that could be done to prevent it, the kingdom would not rest until a Pharaoh sat on the throne.

“What about the High Preist, Tavina?” she’ll broach, eyes slating down over a twist of root. The doctor would know of him, would have come to see the man’s character over the years.

“Do you believe he’d make a fair partner, a good ruler?”