Lion Head Mesa akuma

"meet me in my room."
so rarely did she come there.
ramesses did not know and perhaps never would that satsu had lain in his bed while he was away upon warlike activities.
his body thrummed with desire to see her framed against the sleeping-pelts — he would have them shaken out and changed before her arrival.
ramesses rose. his bow was regal.
"i shall see you there."
his gaze, as always, lingered upon her.