Lion Head Mesa [m] clan of the cave bear

He would claim them as his own? Diantha reveled in the thought. Perhaps a new queen is in order, she purred, thinking of the words given to her by the coyote. But she brushed them aside. To be seen alongside the pharaoh was to be protected, was it not?

Will you take what is rightfully yours? she asked, pressing herself close to him now, any semblance of holding back dissolving at the thought of power, of strength, of protection. She knew nothing of his current heir, nothing of the undercurrents she would swiftly be pulled into. She knew only what he and she desired here in this moment.