Lion Head Mesa The boy who swallowed a star

ramesses laughed. "very few are allowed to speak in such a way to me." pharaoh, however, did not stir to move or to chastise. the gallop of a thousand emotions across crowfeather's face fed his own sense of cruelty.
"i need nothing more. go your way." a dismissal. 
the dark young physician was beautiful even in his anger and agony. ramesses would watch with the half-cast of kohl-painted eyes as crowfeather gathered himself and left the royal bedchamber.