Lion Head Mesa pyramid

the hour was late. the palace was quiet. he was alone. 
off he sent a servant to ask @Treva to him.
his pulse thudded dully along the inside of his wrists; he was pleased. frightened. he had lain with no single creature since the mourning had begun — and since it had ended.
he had never been able to revisit satsu before her death; the loss of those revitalizing moments was one with which he would always live. but he did not need to replicate it.
he paced the high-ceilinged throne room, waiting for her to arrive or for the servant to return with her soft decline of his invite.