Lion Head Mesa bull

carry children.

this duty fell to her.

she pulled back, ears tall and gaze heavy. she had only just found herself gazing upon others. duties and traditions were to be expected and yet it would feel too early to discuss children.

even if she moved beyond it, she was still a child. only on the cusp of early womanhood. hardly that too even!

yet she knew she could not balk. these were her tasks. the things she had agreed upon.

and as if nazli is not? humor, hoping to sweep discussions of children under the rug. i even went so far as to offer an exchange. that i might bring more bodies to replace whatever duties she moves onto now, if i could keep her close.

"— she might carry his first children."

perhaps i border upon the unspeakable with how much i push against his words sometime. then came that inkling of a rogue kept hidden under neither the mask of ambassador. did you and pharaoh speak of me in my absence?