Lion Head Mesa khepresh

no.
no. she had not reconsidered.
and yet satsu did not pull away from him. they were suspended, both of them, each with words crowding behind their mouths. unsaid. unspoken. unsung.
the ardor building in pharaoh had not abated; he leapt to a higher flame.
his mouth was wet from the wellspring. he softly kissed the hollow of her throat with a ragged exhale.
"all right, satsu."
in the next moment he had drawn away with small regretful eddies, and stepped streaming and regal from the pool. he refused to allow the queen's eye upon his disappointment. "will you dine with me? i have missed your company."