Lion Head Mesa myrrh

he erupted; jawahir bore witness to the many moods of pharaoh in one sweep, and moved to kiss his face, even as he spoke and moved so brightly.

i do, my lord, i do. the training of one girl should not have taken so many of the fellahin away from other duties, but that was the way of it. the numbers of the fellahin are less and less.

jawahir did not want to complain. they did not want their role to be seen as suspect, being hebsut, being above the other lesser-beings; but it was the truth. the fellahin were dwindling.

if you wish a taste of the girl, i will bring her to you. she is a fumbling mess now, and in the coming days will be remade for you. stealing now a nibble of his throat, wanting very much to press themselves against ramesses and make him forget the girl, and the queen, and all that he was being refused.

trailing kisses. the days have been difficult since the wedding. let me call for sayf, let us relax you -