Lion Head Mesa djed

charles was retiring. he did not wish to leave akashingo. but his wishes did not matter to the pharaoh. the only reason that ramesses had ever brought these two together was for his own purposes, the furthering of his own aims. had either of these wolves been versed in politics they might have known this.
but on the heels of that thought lilitu surprised him, her brilliant gemstone eyes gone flinty with the force of her bartering. dear devilish little pretend royal, she had a heavy hand. 
but she would learn.
"and i want a formal agreement and an announcement before my court first. it is not truly binding, princess. you may choose up to the day of the wedding not to marry the prince, such are our laws." and be escorted from the mesa in shame and back home, where ramesses would apply his affront in interactions with brecheliant until the leadership was forced to bargain at his throne.
he felt he had manuevered her harshly but with an elegance she would not deny.
all this, a dangerous diversion for the divine man.
"the planning of an outpost takes much time and does not remove you from akashingo. i desire a territory that abuts directly against the mesa. and you may hand leadership to whomever you choose. i want only to see it begun."
ramesses moved pieces upon his mental senet board.