Lion Head Mesa adoration

The fellahin had to blush at that.

“I am certain that is not true, my Queen.” Eset had never seen another woman with Toula’s salient beauty. All others paled in comparison. Surely she knew this? Though she had no mother, no sister to tell her so. “You know, you are very beautiful. You inspire great passion.”

She smiles and returns to lathering her flaxen shoulders. “And you are young. In time it will come. When it does, you will know it. Or it may emerge in other ways, and that is normal too, my Queen. Sometimes you desire no touch at all. But there are ways you can still be passionate with one another.”

A troubling thought now, for the Queen is also the vessel of which the royal line would continue.