Lion Head Mesa lebanon

ramesses found a momentary flush of pleasure at having captured kasmut so close. he returned to his throne and lay across it. "only one son may be named hawk-in-the-nest. only one son may follow me as pharaoh." he prised lightly. surely by now his flower understood the balance of court? but perhaps not; kasmut had enjoyed his favour exclusively for some time now.
"you say you wish to bear my children. your sons would be soldiers. your daughters would make my alliances." ramesses observed her. "are you willing to serve me so greatly, kasmut?"