Hideaway Strath linen

churlish show of his teeth in a grin. he lay his face more securely against the moss. "i expect her to appear even now."
he watched satsu pull at the flowers. what sort of crafting did she have in store for the well-groomed blossoms? at court, at times, servants had spread the floorlines with desert flowers, crushed under-heel by dancers.
"i am pharaoh," ramesses said calmly, flicking lapis gaze up toward her own. "tell me how you learned to dance, satsu."
tasting her name as if it were pomegranate wine, entitled to its very sound though the quiet woman had not given it.