Lion Head Mesa mandrake

ramesses was pleased. "the roman is already married, so you will not appeal to him. speak of your own future interest in a match. describe how noblewomen of akashingo would be well-placed in mereo. he is logical. speak to this part of him."
the pale tail flicked; he was restless and rose up to to pace the room. "of course, you are far too divine to be paired with the likes of roman breeding. but keep this to your own bosom."