Luneshale Pass good fortune

the gentle queen wished to remove from before senmut a cup she thought was bitter.

with some difficulty he put aside the remnants of his once-blissful imagery and straightened his shoulders beneath her kindly eyes; "your gift is more than i can accept, great one." and! he hoped! he knew! she would not take badly to his continued honesty, and if she did, he would bear it, would bear it entire.

and still before her the green stare became stricken, and his words would not make themselves known in a way that mattered, until he knew he could hide them behind no veneer. he was not made for such illusion, and because senmut knew he had given away this part of himself, he would not pretend it did not exist.

"majesty," and here there he trod in danger, "was her story ever told to you?"