Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200707214420/@comment-25808351-20200927232929

Isaac: “Ah journal you say? And a sword? Both sound rather personal.” Samia rises out of the chair and saunters over to Morgan. In the dim candlelight the Pharoah’s beauty was not lost. She was ancient and goddess like, beyond the scope of mortal minds. Samia went behind Morgan and began rubbing her shoulders, petting her head.

“Sweetheart, lay down. Let me ease your stress.” Samia gestures to the bed. “And don’t worry! I’m not like aunt Cyndwella. Devious is not in my nature.”