Lion Head Mesa scorpion

ramesses was a god. he could make any course that he wished.
and no court was complete without a doctor at his side. pharaoh was in need of a confidant, and who better than the man he would use to tend his physical woes?
the beloved roman dog could die in the next war for all ramesses cared; in fact, he hoped this conflict with the saints might prove an opportune time to dispose of germanicus and keep crowfeather for himself.
ramesses coveted, and felt no shame over it.
satsu. "she has taught me many things i did not know." the lapis eyes gathered some amorphous sense about them. "it pleases me you will learn from one another."
by now their path had curved back toward the mesa. pharaoh was footsore and weary, stained with dust. he wanted only to call for jawahir and sink into the pools. "perhaps one night you will dine with satsu atop akashingo." ramesses looked ahead. "help me to please her, physician."