Lion Head Mesa Tréla

ram out!

"the lithe little creatures who serve the wolves of akashingo. beautiful. yielding."
his eyes flicked to arsenio, and such a maliciousness rose in in pharaoh that he could not and would not halt himself.
"you may find the sort of reward you seek upon a visit with the queen. she has an eye for the placement of lovely things."
ramesses smiled, a warm gesture that did not enliven his cold lapis stare.
he turned. "you will join me in my chambers for a meal and these spirits."
it was not a request. the royal was gone away, his spine royal and elegant as his long stride.