Lion Head Mesa Ilen En-mar

she had dreamt of becoming a queen.

makono had known she was always a lioness in waiting. prepared to lead the pride of her father. with teeth and claws fit to sink in on the flesh of akashingo — which had come. now she stood as pharaoh with lapis eyes gentle upon the gold brushed hairs of her sister.

queen.

she held her closer when she leaned in. prepared to be a pillar of stone for the emotional weight they both already carried. it had not been just makono who had experienced loss!

you are divine in all ways, toula, no matter titles. she sought to remind her sister with a firm but kind voice. and your reach among the faces here and the land beyond is already that of a queen. now makono need only solidify it!

we will speak with the high priest senmut, hm? a title given before he even knew it. he has helped me with my greatness and he will help yours. all things can be sorted, if you accept.