Lion Head Mesa Ntropí

PPing belen here

there was nothing said.
pharaoh's face smoothed into the cool veneer of a man who had been sated. he felt satsu's lovely eyes upon him and preened insidiously beneath their glow.
here he was the Morning and the Evening Star. what he wished would be done. what he wished would be kept.
"@Kasmut," he purred after the footfalls of the roman and the disgraced fellahin had faded, "take belen. see that she bathes. see that she eats." he blinked, lashes falling over his lapis eyes. "jawahir holds final sway."
ramesses intended to send belen to satsu as servant in tamar's place. but this time he would not entrust what was most coveted to his striking, duplicitous queen. in time he would forgive her. but it must be a time devoted to him. 
belen did not depart. she stood. her eyes struck fire at the pair. she said that she would not stay or take on a debt. she demanded at once to be freed. pharaoh watched her outburst impassively, settling back upon his throne.
"you may leave. go. into the snow. i invite you to leave."
for a moment it seemed as if he might be heeded. but she thought of the horrid cold outside. of her hunger. her anger. belen did not step toward the doorway. she stood trembling and defiant. ramesses watched her. "so you will stay?" his tone was mocking, softly so. "akashingo is safe. protected. each day you do no hunting is a day someone else ensures your meals." a debt. 
kasmut would teach her devotion.
belen's eyes flashed with rage, but she stared at the floor now. 
she glared at kasmut, refusing to be grateful for the chance to escape the man's horrible nature. come away she did then, stalking from the throne room and leaving the royal pair alone.
"what an honor for belen, to serve both her queen and pharaoh."
ramesses laughed once, descended his plinth, and paused at the door to look back. satsu filled his vision. he left.