Lion Head Mesa thamir alward

"maggie lacewell." interesting, that this one's clear lowborn beginnings did not deter pharaoh. maggie was not like aerin, a lovely and cold slave made conqueror. she knew her role already in this palace, and he stared down upon her with wanting lapis eyes, lusting after the very taste of her flippancy.
"i am pharaoh, Lord of the Two Lands, Beloved of Amun, He Who Shapes the World. i am a god."
he smiled softly, the glitter of gold highlighted upon his withers.
ramesses breathed against the tall exquisite auds of jawahir. "feed her. see that she bathes. then send her to my chamber." a grin for each of them; his gaze lingered upon maggie, and he looked second to his jewel with a deep and affectionate gaze.
pharaoh left them in the coolness of the stone, melding with the darker path as he eagerly sought to await maggie and her ribaldry.