10/28/2025, 12:50 AM
it’s wonderful :D
Every morning Sapair sent out a patrol, but they returned each evening without having discovered any signs of distress or discordant armies from outlying kingdoms. Satriya had found her rhythm; a blessing to the king’s jodai.
But there were times when his own mind thumbed the memories in old Nubia. He should yearn for his sons. Instead, it was for the march and the great desert where his regiments had straddled an offshoot of the river nile. Where war bore down at all four corners.
In vital work, his mind honed.
In restlessness, it wandered out with sundown eyes to trail along the fine-boned shoulder favored in a stretch.