Lion Head Mesa all's well that ends

acid, bile. burning her throat to see the wound and have it associated with her. makono had ordered no such thing. whichever loyalist to her had done this, had acted beyond her reach in doing so.

to say so gave the image that she could not control her own. to a point that they gave violence. to say she ordered it said she was willing to fatally strike at those who pledged to her. qiao had successfully put the pharaoh at the edge of the knife's tip.

of course, her voice lacking in much of anything she felt. the uglier parts of her father creeping through the edges. you are wise. it did not need to be said, but she did still say it. perhaps a flash of respect for the woman's bluntness and whatever mystic ways she held about her.

tell me the other side of this contractual agreement you had with ramesses. your side.