Lion Head Mesa silver

"janitorial work," tavina chuckled in spite of herself and this and really everything that had gone on. it was good to find even a moment like this. "well, when his daughters are old enough, he'll presumably marry them off in whatever way benefits him best. his son will busy himself with studies and training and endlessly fighting off the younger brothers who want to kill him."

and just like that their discourse was dark again. she closed her eyes. "and if ramesses lives out his life, siptah will be a man in his prime when he is made pharaoh. and if he does not, then the prince will be a small boy on a throne too large for him." there was no childhood for any three of them.