Lion Head Mesa chardonnay or bordeaux

Reyson whispered to her—fervently, worried for her, she realized—and then a frown crossed her brow only momentarily before she aimed to resist it. Emotions always played upon her sleeve, but she knew it would do her well to hide most of her thoughts here.

She didn’t like the idea of Reyson, practically quaking with a fury, sparring these wolves. “Be safe,” she all but tried to hiss at him as he was led away, and then she turned to the Pharaoh, a smile trying to smooth away the worried features upon her—forced, but willing, before she waited for the others to disperse and for him to set the mood of what was to transpie between them.