Lion Head Mesa incoming

“Disregard them,” boomed Rashepses with a broad-toothed grin. “Your wife awaits you on the banks of the flatland lake. Lady Zharille Bint-Satharra. She is said to be a woman of great physical substance.”

He looked to his kingsguard. Certainly, there would be no resistance from Mesen-ka, but the regal did not anticipate an unctuous response. It would be a pairing borne from duty, perhaps a truly vile thing to contemplate if the royal guard found himself in bed with an ugly woman. Nevertheless, there was no higher honor for a mazoi than seeding the next generation of courtiers.

“Imagine, Ka. Little knights at the side of little princes,” he laughed luxuriantly, “brothers.”