Lion Head Mesa cartouche

poor satsu, so little of the world she had seen! ramesses pitied her with a bit of cruel glee, then left off that to consider how misused she had been among the saints. "look. our bower," he jested with a crow of laughter, gesturing to a natural stonewood arch above a sodden little cave. 
"and our courtyard," to the orange-glow grains below;
"your throne," ramesses said last, climbing into the cupped palm of the small outcropping next to the first, slinging himself across it as if he were a sheaf of raw linen.
"and here you will be brought into my declarations of war," another chuckle, a sigh.