Lion Head Mesa mandrake

it did not make sense, but so much had changed. a shift between herself and imperator had bloomed with everything else that had changed within her.

perhaps she would better hear and see within mereo.

her gaze the hot scorch of Ra at her father's warning. it went without saying that she would not let such a thing befall nazli. nothing would befall any of hers within mereo. not her lilac, not her guard.

no, she spoke plainly. you are still pharaoh here and i will return with new strength.

she rounded the conversation.

tell me of the crassness of soldiers. they showed none of that last time.

all bland, well behaved lap dogs to the roman.