Lion Head Mesa i'll be a regular guy for you, i never said i'd do that

could he trust this? ramesses gazed at her. sayf still pressed to his side and he did not send the fellahin away. 
pharaoh's tastes had evolved in these months, though many might say that corrupted was a better word. he gave no show of his churning, eager thoughts, and shifted his eyes to tavina.
"you may leave."
when the sesh had gone, bowing her way backward from the throne room, ramesses gave the sooth-woman a slow appraisal. "i do not think i received your name." it would be a cautious meeting. he did not yet descend. she had not been worshipful, and so ramesses remained openly intrigued but observant.