Lion Head Mesa seventieth

racharra was swift and elegant; he motioned for her to sit beside him. a mat of pristine reeds had been laid out before them, studded with offerings of the pine-sap fermentation, rabbit livers, and carefully preserved slices of the bison meat which had been gifted to them by moontide.

"when the winter ends, it will be time to gather a true court for pharaoh and consort. nobility is the cornerstone of a kingdom, nebet. it makes your own position very powerful."

senmut took a long sip of the pleasant drink. "in times past, pharaoh arranged the marriages of all nobles. i sense this is not the arrangement the Divine One wishes, however." a smile attended his mouth and he brought his green eyes back to racharra. "it is important that through your nobility we achieve a beneficial connection of some sort. but that is no longer restricted to marriage." he studied the girl. "tell me your aspirations, nebet."