Lion Head Mesa [ii] irtiu sha

I have enough. a light chuckle works to conceal the instinctive grunt he expels in place of what his true answer would have been, were it not her in his company.

my father sent me here to form an alliance. as it goes for most nobles. they were breeding dolls and trading toys. nothing more. 

it was that part he hated the most. but he would complain in silence. 

I was told it was to be by marriage... he paused, then, searching for any indication of a reaction that may pose in his favor. or, unfortunately, against. pharaoh toula herself seems fond of the idea. but who knows what the future will bring.