Lion Head Mesa Influx

Rashepses had nothing. Yet.

He listened to this ‘new money’ man as he chewed and drank, partaking ravenously as the journey had been long, and too-long he had gone without customary riches. Hungry eyes reached back to the erpa-ha at his questioning. The riverprince smiled.

The stone bed man knew how to throw his element, and Rashepses knew how to take a hit. He was youngest of three brothers.

“Of my own accord, I remain unwed. My soul is pious. I build altars, many this past year. Above all else, I care for people, for their very ka,” he laughed then before refocusing, “I am a man like you, no?”

“I was chief architect under my father. I am not experienced in matters of the state. But it was my father’s dying wish that all his sons be Pharaoh.” He took a swig.

“So, here I am, Senmut. I will find your summer palace. I will celebrate your Queen’s coronation with your men. Then, I will make her my bride.”

He challenged. In truth, he did not mind the stoneprince. He found him quite beautiful, quite wellspoken. But if the Queen was going to marry him, she already would have.