Ashira
I barely had time to register the blinding gold of the Pharaoh’s throne room before the decision was made. A single glance. A quiet frown. Then her jeweled hand swept dismissively through the air. “Not suitable. Give him to her.”
About Ashira
I barely had time to register the blinding gold of the Pharaoh’s throne room before the decision was made. A single glance. A quiet frown. Then her jeweled hand swept dismissively through the air. “Not suitable. Give him to her.”