Lion Head Mesa crossbow

a wealth of power had fallen into treva's lap.

this she had been informed some time ago, loosely. yet it seemed with each passing milestone of her pregnancy, more and more of it came to light. in a way so fast and grand she could not understand. she decided his lovers! if it had been possible for her to blush, perhaps she would have, flustered with all of this.

oh, she laughed some more, soft but awkward. plucking a berry or two into her mouth. a burst of flavor and relief.

if you weren't already a doctor, i might have asked you to advise me. you'd be a good head for projects.

treva had not pictured herself here so soon. a position of power, womb of royalty, a meeting with a kind doctor she might have dared to consider friend.