Lion Head Mesa sedjet

for a long moment ramesses only gazed very steadily at gucci with an unmoving countenance.
and then he began to laugh, harder and more vitally than he had in a long time, a rich, resplendent sound which filled the throne room and poured out into the hall. he pictured maegi swatting her tiny husband away from her breasts and laughed harder, doubling over until he lay on the floor in a spasm of giggling.
"you are truly delightful, gucci. to think," ramesses said, sitting up again, "i never would have known it had i not prevailed upon you to be married." he wiped tears of mirth from his eyes and gathered his composure.
"when maegi is not indisposed, we will have a small dinner. yourselves, the prince and princess, and myself."
ramesses found he was unsure of when to announce treva.
satsu; her face filled his memories and they clawed at his soul.
"and yes, she agreed to it." what a contemptuous little meeting. "she agreed to you by name, gucci. it is said and done. when she has recovered, i will set sayf to discovering a proper wing of apartments for yourselves and your children."