Luneshale Pass emotional torture

“I was summoned by Akashingo to meet with their Queen, to make her the Great Royal Wife of Pharaoh.” To be principle wife to the king, to create future generations with the union of divine blood, this was the role of royals as it had been for a hundred years. This was not a custom drawn into question in Ta-Senet, as it was for Akashingo. He wondered then why the mazoi did not raise grievances with her Queen if she felt such heavy unrest on the matter.

“I am disinterested in bringing ruin to your kingdom and unhappiness to your Queen, Zaahira. Our union will be for what we can do together. I believe a couple can grow into love though not before being tested. But perhaps we should first meet, no?” They were simple answers, they were true ones. He had none of her ire. He was looking not to condemn the mazoi, but collect information from her.

“Tell me what your Queen seeks in her Pharaoh. Tell me what you believe the best is for her?” He wanted to know what Zaahira saw as the ideal godhead seated on the throne.