Lion Head Mesa Meal for one?

"yes," senmut answered, at once, not for compellment but for want. he wished to keep any treasure of legend's, any vestige. the man still had not discovered the source of his desire with her, his infatuation; enchantment. he knew only he was bound to his queen in heart if not in flesh, free insofar as their ruler did not call upon him to stand beside her.

and even then, senmut, who did not contemplate the throne, now thought of it now in the context of what it would mean to have all he wished. and he knew he would desire legend even after that, so deep a mystery, so yielding and yet veiled and yet thoroughly bare, brazen in her worship.

the coils tightened around her throat.

his eyes darkened; he waited to see her do it.