Lion Head Mesa Eien ni Tomodachi

what snippets of sleep she had gotten were punctuated by satsu's own waking and the small sounds of newborns.

tavina's purple eyes met that of the queen. the babies' breathing was not so deep as that of siptah; their little chests seemed to work doubly hard. but they suckled. the doctor rocked back onto her haunches. 

"there is a chance they swallowed fluid on the way out of your body, great one," tavina said with a measured tone. "it happens with such small children at times. we will watch them closely but i may need to seek a second opinion."

her eyes found that of the queen. "the pharaoh is on his way. we will not tell him. he will not know. do not let this be a reason for him to question you, highness." it would be nothing for ramesses to take a concubine; another royal birth would displace the queen from ramesses' favour, especially if more sons were granted. deftly she moved about, arranging and clearing the soiled cloths, bidding belen dump them far from the mesa.