Lion Head Mesa twenty-first

i intend to expand akashingo. inside and outside, hemet. to paint a future with my name as the pharaoh.

she turned and allowed herself to drift to the comfort of a sitting place. a throne that it felt she filled more and more every day.

no curses left behind by a madman will stop us. do you understand?

it was an ugly, pinched look that settled on her face now. one of an angered tactician instead of a trained ambassador.