Lion Head Mesa dyestain

Tamar was right, of course. Arsenio nodded his head, swimming in thoughts and memories of places long gone. The weight of the mesa was immense. He could not help but to imagine how much better it would be when they did not answer to the wants of the Pharaoh or his betrothed. The lady Satsu had only demonstrated a modicum of kindness in the time the Greek had been made her guard. He did not trust her, and he believed the Pharaoh would make her a nasty and spoiled woman.

I am so glad to have met you, even here, he confessed in a rough voice.

The man pressed his nose to her cheek and kissed her sweetly.

This heaviness will not last. Akashingo is not the final place for us, Tamar. It is only what brought us together. He had said it before and he would say it again, until the words echoed from the walls and she could believe in nothing else.