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when jawahir had gone, ramesses sat upon his throne, gazing at the beautiful woman of alabaster and gold. and woman she was; no shrinking girl, no fear in her. her eyes held the desert.
he leaned toward @Sayyadina, watchful from his elevation in his stone seat.
"tell me. what do you think of your pharaoh?"

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.

she spoke with a truly alluring worshipfulness.
ramesses at last descended from his throne to approach sayyadina
"did your dreams foretell this?"
he kissed the arch of her neck as he had done with satsu, unable to help himself from bringing the queen to mind even now! annoyed, ramesses focused more fiercely upon his new fellahin, demanding silently with his lips and figure the same adoration she had professed only moments before.

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.

"an oracle as well," ramesses teased, enthralled by her response to him.
he moved his lips to the other side of sayyadina's throat, the strength of his arms gathering around her. 
when pharaoh leant back, it was with desire awakened swift and hot within him;
satsu's face filled his mind;
he drove it away and stepped away, leading the newest fellahin to the couch of furs where his merriment was made.