Lion Head Mesa dawn's child

give her to siptah.

there was a thin, fault line in her heart to hear it. her lilac had not been tended to only to be given away to one who didn't deserve her!

he had not even seen the work of an emissary, and father had thought him fitting of her treasure.

siptah would have wasted her potential. she spoke dryly now, once more. she is a treasure already. my treasure. she will be the perfect jewel by the time i see the throne. after your long reign.