Lion Head Mesa lebanon

The flower did not say it, but it did seem to be a delicate dance that the Pharaoh performed. She could not imagine the thought of waiting to see if the lady Satsu would provide children. Had the Gods not blessed her in their marriage? What else would he wish to wait for?

Ah, but such matters were not for Kasmut to decide. The pale figure merely nodded her head in understanding.

When Ramesses spoke of opposition to the queen, a warmth filled the Fellahin. It was like sweet gooey honey that rose from her belly and climbed upward with sticky hands. Kasmut did not wish for him to see her pleasure, not in such a crucial moment. The coral pink of her eyes devoured the features of his face.

What do such things mean, my Pharaoh? For you could have any who would give you children… He must have known this, but she would remind him.

Quit with these careful words, she thought, and tell me what it is you want.