Lion Head Mesa ninety-seventh

ACK so sorry to hold this one up!

His eyes rested firmly on her downturned face, haughtiness dancing there.

“Rise, Nasima,” he bid, seeking the coolness of her topaz eyes, “you will be appointed as the governess to four Godlings. Two princes and two princesses. At one month old they are quite a pawful. Though given your expertise, it is a suitable match.” Another studying look, one that lingered on the pleasing softness between Nasima's thighs.

“The Erpa-ha will escort you to your quarters,” he motions for Senmut, praise growing upon Semer-wati’s face but which would also be formally commended that evening.