Lion Head Mesa Wet Hands

"i have children, my lady." his own plurality did not escape the priest. "it is part of why i question you, you, who have come to my kingdom and spoken of tying someone whose name i do not know."

her pain, held; reflected. "today it is your son. tomorrow it is mine. who is killing children?" the prince commanded, as much for his own status as for the safety of their land.

he had hurt her; he had not intended that, and saw the bitter coldness which had grown inside his own self.