Lion Head Mesa Egó

satsu was never far from his mind.
he thought of her even now. how would she think to see him glinting like alabaster among these roughened men? it was not enough perhaps that he was her betrothed.
ramesses wished to be desirable to her.
he stared at the man merrick, who glowered back and soon stalked from the throne room altogether. "an odd, violent sort. it was my hope that he might find camaraderie among us."
pharaoh turned his eyes on germanicus. "you may leave us, imperator."
soon it was quite nearly only he and his courtesans and arsenio. "her maid is very beautiful."