Lion Head Mesa 発火 akejosei (m)

you did away with my servant, my room, my guard! first when i became your wife, and next when - well, she should know better than to dredge up the infidelity of tamar, if that's even what it would be called. the giving of the maiden to the mazoi. yet it was still fresh for satsu.
he was in her face, talking of concubines.
you will remain pristine.
that isn't -
—untouched. the only one at my side.
i don't want to be some statue for you to look at! she didn't mean to shout, yet her voice carried to the heavens. her face red, pulse racing in her veins.