Greatwater Lake the fall of new york city

She was displeased.

The man she had chosen for herself remained with her, but now there was a second that she did not want. A creature born to the desert-people who was a formidable specimen, and would have been a prime target for her lust should he have been unaffiliated with the palace.

The arrangement was made and must be fulfilled — Zharille knew this, although she loathed it. As she paced along the southern edge of her lake, she rumbled a note that carried across the glassy surface.
Soon, she knew, her fire-time would come.
She looked to the shadows of the tree line for @Kaxwaan.