Lion Head Mesa brass

"then i will marry her in the autumn," ramesses rejoined crisply, showing a sliver of his former self, "and not without proof that the marriage will be fruitful." siptah had been born his heir and declared this before akashingo. but a kingdom did not place all its hopes in a single son still too young to protect himself.
he finally slumped down upon the floor, leaning back against the foot of his throne. his lazuli eyes were empty.
"i truly loved her, tavina. i go to her every day," his voice broke, "and it still seems so very unreal that she is gone."
ramesses' heart hardened.
he leapt up. "when i find who has done this, i will have them flayed while alive. they will be hung outside akashingo upon stakes and be fed water each day to prolong their life. and at the top of each hour, i shall order that their wounds be filled with new piss, and she will hear their screams in the World of the Dead, but there they will be as a sweet song to her."
he was panting, trembling with the force of his anger.