Lion Head Mesa Amaryllis

who could not love her daughter?! she did not believe it! it was an impossibility! but to hear her speak further surprised the Pharaoh, who saw, with a mothers discerning eye, the source.
when had Toula ever been in love, other than Rashepses? who was this being that had caught the divine eye of her daughter? she begins to preen at her golden girls crown (head) as she listens, thinking—oh! isn’t my little girl too little to endure this heartbreak now! 
my darling, our hearts are built to love—even when we may not be loved in turn. think on it: my heart holds room for all of Akashingo, but also for your father—and for you, and your brothers and sisters, she explains, drawing her daughter close to dote upon her, but you must be careful where you place your love, when it comes to who shall be your own beloved. for like myself, you are destined for more than something common—than someone who would not love you as you love them, but oh, she is grateful to this man of mystery—he must have known his place, he must have understood the order of the things—but also, respected the sanctity of her daughters youth! 
your love is your power. there is no other who can love like you, Benerib. keep the love for your special one close to your chest—it is a sacred thing, she smiled upon her golden girl, quiet now—listening. has she said too much? had she said enough? oh! she did not know!