Lion Head Mesa i no naka no kawazu taikai wo shirazu

ramesses avoided the pool, for he did not wish to see his own face with the clumped leaves upon it.
unbeknownst to him, he and satsu were of the same mind. the water was not the same, and jawahir's fragrance lay around him in a seductive cloud.
pharaoh nodded a greeting toward his bride-to-be and slipped into the bath opposite her, lounging back with a resplendent sigh. "such pleasures are necessary to enliven the blood."