Lion Head Mesa (ap) godhead

ramesses was not unaware of the effect he had wrought upon satsu.
he saw it in the sultry azurite flame that slowly heated her eyes to a gemstone glow; he saw the way her eyes were upon his mouth. this had been the purpose of the song, had it not? they sang to one another, these people of the sands. their words were poems of love and it was their inner ruling.
how did her people treat love?
ramesses had pulled away and sat poised on the bed beside her.
if she were one of his — no. 
satsu was not. she was his queen.
ramesses only watched her, entranced.