Lion Head Mesa duat

something was truly changed.
but jawahir beckoned him away, employing the same brand of charm and flattery that had so endeared them to pharaoh, and he to the knowing, lithe body.
there was no one within akashingo who could bring such a wealth of sensation from jawahir, not in such a specific way.
and so with a final glance toward the cloying and unexplored darkness he came away, moving to the jewel's side with an eye blind to the changes of that beloved figure; he kissed and was kissed, laughing aloud.
"what am i to do with a princess?" but the idea was quite tempting; crowfeather was not keen upon marriage. why not keep an allied bride? 
ramesses would follow where jawahir led.