It was true; there was no fear in Sayyadina. To her, Ramesses was all that was good and holy in this world and she basked in His presence as one enjoys a ray of sun. He sat reposed upon his elevated red stone platform and she stood below in the proper place – as one should be before a king as grand as He.
He asked a question of her. “Pharaoh, I have met you in my dreams and have long waited to serve you in my waking day,” her tone was smooth, kind, and honest. “You are a majestic man and I have seen you lead your winning war party back to your kingdom. You are everything I have dreamt of, and more.” She said, pausing and knowing the difference between reverence and gross adulation. Ramesses opinion of her was everything, and she did not want Him to think of her as dishonest.
He moved with the grace of gods, lapis eyes beset like jewels in his broad, handsome face. Sayyadina’s face raised, as if she was welcome a breeze of cool spring air.
“In my dream I saw the Sun rise and cast its light on all things. I was drawn to it… felt it’s warmth. Not a shadow remained under its eye,” she said. “It is my belief you will have victory, without fail, in any ventu--”
He moved closer and kissed her neck. Her words hitched, a breath sucked in as she felt Pharaoh's touch for the first time. Her nose moved along the straight of his jaw and ran her tongue across his chin.