Rosewater Oasis this is a joke

their embrace lasted for an eternity. but when samirseti finally pulls away, its with a sorrow in his eyes. too much of a bleeding heart, and comforted ever-so-slightly that she wasn't alone in her mourning, racharra pressed a kiss just under his lip. it may have been bold of her, and he seemed unaccompanied — though she'd never known his uncle to be the most loyal of men. with his blood, she presumed him to be the same.

he parts away and with distance, she follows. there was nothing more left for her to do. she'd spoken enough to the gods. whether they would listen to her, was up to them. he echoes those same words to her, as if a mantra to himself. his words, his spirit broken still. it would be her to mend him. mold him. it must be her.
and they will demand much of you, my liege. she murmured to him, approaching his side. please, i wish to assist you. however the means. if you as divine, cannot mourn. then i want to mourn for you.