Lion Head Mesa akhet

he watched cracks form in the marble which all akashingo's royals seemed built of, and gucci hurried with white cement to fill in the gaps of doubt.

"nan-sense, great pharaoh! if she's yours - raised n born - there ain't a way she'll ever let th' spire's good slip 'er conscious. what's a monarch ta rule if there ain't naw kingdom?" the chihuahua said so with utmost authority, as if each black eye had peeped into the minds of the mesa's great players, and only came back further convinced that what ramesses had built was grand and faultless, indeed!

"as fer sendin' princess toula- ah agree wi' ya." gucci relaxed back on the pelt, by conviction raised hackles lowering. "young princess, ah said so b'fore, s charmin' as she's pretty, n there ain't naw pack this or that side o' sunspire tha'd decline housin' 'er. and would be good, keepin' royal children there 'n' there. leaves room fer more."

the advisor smiled.

"matter o' second wife aside, queen treva's given a boy b'fore. who's tah say there won't be another? n matter removed back on th' pile; ah've been learned a wolf's season o' love starts when winter's thickest and goes tah midsummer. plenty o' time fer findin' healthy wife. n why-" gucci hopped onto his paws, curved tail waving.

"-even think only o' sneaky epoch or brecheliant far too close? there's older groups - moon-glah, sah-feek! wife fram great bear, wife fram th' coast - pharaoh, man like ya can pick n choose!"

EDIT: fixed the jank :ok: