Lion Head Mesa epithet

a dead mother. ramesses put this aside. he would evoke it another time, in his grief, but for now he had no such. he only existed with the silver speaker in a growing desire. "so you are naturally gifted," he murmured, smiling at her.
"my court here has never had an entertainer. or a singer." his eyes sparkled. "i think it is incomplete without such. what would you desire in return for the role?"
he could order her. he could even suggest with his sugared tones. but he wanted committal from sokha, the first of many ways in which he intended to slowly and tightly tie her to the palace.