Northstar Vale loom

Their little paradise was compromised. A member of Epoch had caught the eye of the Pharaoh of Akashingo, and Ramesses was used to getting what he wanted. Meadow had helped them shape the vale into a home. She had aided in teaching their children. She was important to them, and it did not settle well with Arsenio that Ramesses had asked her for anything.

We will speak to our daughter. I am sure that she will have many questions and we will answer them, as honestly as we can. There is no shame in what we had to do to be here. I will not hide it away.

Arsenio looked to Tamar, afraid that she was filled with something he could not ease. He did not like to see the worry on her face. He did not like to see the flicker of panic in her eyes.

Epoch has no ties with Akashingo. It never would. We are not even a branch of Mereo. Germanikos and I did not agree on some things and so I thought it best to sever any political alliance. It was not unfriendly. It was to save us from marching to war. The Saints had been a threat in the Roman’s mind for a long time. Arsenio did not want to chase after ghosts.

We do not answer to Ramesses. He will not have what he wants, and he will have to get used to that, for once in his spoiled pathetic life. Venom laced his words.