Lion Head Mesa redlands

the world is spinning.

no, only his vision. for he knows this voice and the golden arms that cradle him belong to someone who should never have to do such. her heart is too big, too pure. he wonders what man will ruin it. he wonders if it will be her own blood who will do such first.

what did she mean for him? truly?

Amiirad, his voice a strong whisper. listen to me as a queen does her vizier — he is clutching her, but it is not for warmth or to shrink the space already much too small between them. don't.