Lion Head Mesa I sip on you to wash down the shame

he had been called away from his bath.
dampened and scowling, pharaoh attended sabah's call with a small, open scowl upon his beautiful features. it was not until it became apparent the guard was not alone that ramesses' attention sharpened.
her companion was malevolently hideous, with patches of scarring and toothmarks around the empty seat of one eye. more than a fighter or fellahin.
pharaoh set his expectant gaze upon sabah. "who have you brought to akashingo, guard?"