Lion Head Mesa seven foot frame, rats along his back

maegi would find the snowy pharaoh finely humoured in his rooms. he was daydreaming upon his throne, truly. 
three futures for which he must plan had been born into akashingo.
there was first the matter of how best a royal lineage might be preserved. 
only divine might marry divine; only then would their marriage be sanctified by the gods.
ramesses' thoughts were pushed aside as the stoic poisoner was invited into his chambers by the bouncing attendant belen.
"maegi." he slid from his throne. "how are you faring in akashingo?"