Lion Head Mesa (ap) godhead

she thought of what tamar had told her in secret.

he climbed in among the furs after her, and for a moment satsu wondered, perhaps desired, that he would be presumptuous or overbearing, as he often was with the fellahin; but then she recanted that, and softened alongside him, trusting him.

she was no fellahin. he would not take from her and toss her aside, flavor of the week, for she was his queen. it would be her choice how this night went, not his.

he spoke of ruenna and satsu felt a blaze of jealousy that his first thought was of another woman in their bed; but was it truly their bed, as they had not shared it? it was more akashingo's bed in that case.

what would be a suitable gift? she wondered aloud, softly, her voice heavier than normal. her breath was sweet.

his eyes closed, but she could not look away.