Lion Head Mesa sedjet

the idle prattling between them, not so idle but practiced, easy, predictable; it slowly restored ramesses until his head lifted proudly on its poured-cream neck. "we do prioritize our own. prince charles is a man i knew long ago. he sired a litter on the foul bitch who led the saints when i lived with them. the saints are our enemies. so you see how tying his bloodline to this palace immediately maneuvers those brutes below us."
he was speaking in blocks, energized with frenzy beneath it once more.
"the princess lilitu has asked for an escort to find her sister. i have promised to provide this, and i shall." he regarded gucci with all the prevailing venom of a test to come. "delay her journey as long as you are able. it would be more beneficial should she fall pregnant by her new intended before she leaves akashingo."