Lion Head Mesa after while, crocodile

“My Queen-” And then, she knows-

-what Toula does not know.

And for a time she is quiet.

Eset is many things, but a victim was not one of them. Neither were any of the fellahin. They were proud to do their tasks in service of their Queen, for the keep of the kingdom.

“Please, understand, Queen Toula. It is Inji’s role to do so. It is Tuna’s. It is mine.”

Hard words, and she wouldn’t know how to say them so as not to bring upset to the Queen who had only compassion. She averts her eyes.

“Permit yourself to overthink. Daydream of your suitors. Be both goddess and girl, my Queen. It is ok to, I believe.” But she is no courtier. Her lips curl, though it is into a shallow smile.