Lion Head Mesa hollyhock

as if the words of any others might matter if lord pharaoh always closed the door.

the impossibility.

she seethed, even as he came down from his throne. she could not meet his gaze with the affection he held now. still she wondered if everything he said was to rise her. to grow her hunger and starve her of it further.

to speak of her own brother! to say that he thought she could!

her face ached from the clench of her jaws.

does he want it nearly as bad as i do? does he understand the emissary work to be done for akashingo? has he given you more than i have already so young?

and she already knew that she would drag the priests' ears to hers at once after this, that she would burn in a fury nearly unbecoming of the things she yearned for.

but this hurt was unlike any other.