Otter Creek cloudwalker

kings and queens. a fairy tale. somehow the way nala told it was the sweetest thing about its utterance. tavina found herself quiet, entranced by a classic take on the life she now lived. a witch on the throne. the doctor grinned, thinking of the many fellahin who crowded around pharaoh. 

on a word they would seek to displace his queen. of this she had no doubt. but it was not her fight or her bother. "i can multitask," she declared, stepping forward to test the downed tree and the creek. "i want to know if the king can tell his bride from a witch."

men were usually blind and foolish. she didn't think the king would be different.