Lion Head Mesa If this isn't good for me

sokha sought him out.
in the aftermath of germanicus' words, she still had lost no loveliness. ramesses mourned satsu day and night. jawahir, his jewel, no longer attended him, committed to the work of nursing royal children. but this was a punishment that one deserved to suffer for such treachery. treva was still in childbed, and he had long been without the stirring of his flesh.
he was vital and alive at once as she came to him, lifting his head and setting his eyes upon her. "please."
ramesses waited to hear.