Lion Head Mesa thirteenth

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words must be given to them. ones that should come back to my ears if they are true, but not so harsh as to warrant punishment if caught by pharaoh.

a tricky thing, but she trusted senmut to carry this task out.

the jodai. the medjay.

soldiers. hardy bodies. most of her faith already laid with the jodai, but as long as pharaoh stood she knew he might come first.

as for the collection of royal family?

they will all hate me. i wish to give the world to toula, but perhaps not here. for she was no son of pharaoh and her heart seemed entirely content to remain on its pious path. ashikaga...i do not know. her brows knitted together harshly. if sethnakht cannot bend the knee then...he has signed his own fate, no?

a reminder that if siptah returned while things unfolded she might too have to drive a dagger through his heart. far more literal this time.

the queen? who is to say she did not kill my own mother to get that seat? or that she is so fickle she might flee the moment the royals no longer stem from her.

blood already stained her hands even if she could not see it yet.

she hated how she longed for the roman in these grim moments.