Lion Head Mesa lebanon

"you are forgiven," ramesses said softly. "i need sons this coming year." he strode away from her to a shelf of stone decorated with smooth beautiful rocks gathered during the summer months. "if the queen cannot provide them, i must have them anyway. that is the role of a concubine."
pharaoh turned back toward kasmut. "jawahir of course has choice above you," he hummed lightly, but there he paused, tilting his head to one side and compelling her to speak with the pull of his lazuli eyes.