Ocean's Breath Plateau staring into the sun

"marriage, then." he eased, but despite her powerful form, racharra was young. surely many things still raced within her, things which must be sorted before these kinds of alliances.

"you are of us first," senmut assured. "the lake is your standard, but only if you will carry it, nebet. if you wish to shed its name, let it be done." his lips curved encouragingly. "i have spoken with a young noble of hearthwood. his sister is its ruler. he might be an appealing prospect."

"remember that love is incidental to power. you have one. many will appeal with the other to possess your status. look through them, racharra. see their souls as they are touched by Ma'at."