Lion Head Mesa And which is to remain unknowable and unremembered

ramesses looked at the impertinent boy with the odd tastes. "from the look of your father one would think he had begotten you all with his beloved bears. perhaps you prefer their women." it was a cruel tease, but he meant it amusingly. the ursus wolves were savage heathens, or so he had thought before this meeting.
"the most troublesome women bring the greatest level of pleasure. you would know this to be true had you known one such as maggie."
they drifted toward his throne room. ramesses gave a soft order aloud that a meal be brought. it seemed his words would only hang in the air, but they had been heard. "you are your father's heir?" he inquired conversationally, wondering what sort of titles the son of a prophet might have.