Lion Head Mesa lyre

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gucci's approval did not go unnoticed. pharaoh smirked, favoring the canine with a lingering look before his attention returned to crowfeather. "you are a prince in name only. titles such as these are held through marriage. what legitimizes you," the man purred, "is my sanctioning of your match. you will then be considered royal, with your own power and wealth."
explaining the matters of court was rather dreary. crowfeather had begun to gather his own retinue, whether or not he understood or appreciated it. the notable next step was betrothal.
ramesses thought of @Jawahir; he hoped the jewel would bring his next lie to fruition. "she is beautiful and well-spoken. not at all a burden, prince."
that this as of yet undiscovered wife would be from their allies did not bear explanation. but tying a lesser pack to the palace through marriage meant a lasting bond that would expand the reach of pharaoh and soldify his grasp so long as crowfeather was a noble of akashingo.
and were the sullen royal boy to sire children, the blending of bloodlines would permanently empower ramesses. everything in the mesa was done for his own might — and for the heir he expected that satsu would carry.