Lion Head Mesa duat

before ramesses could realize that the scent he had caught was one of birth and blood, jawahir was near him. his jewel's mouth was heated upon his skin and his head was turned at once. "i waited long for you," pharaoh whispered in a husky tone of need. jawahir still ensnared him and still he was unaware.
brecheliant. jawahir's eyes held him and ramesses could not look away. "so you have made a way for our future princess after all."
she could wait. the royal man reached eagerly for jawahir. "why did you not come to me?" ramesses breathed, nipping for the smooth column of the jewel's throat. his mind chanted that something was amiss but the royal pushed it all away.