Lion Head Mesa pyramid

a soft voice in her ear gave her reason to stir. a voice that was distinctly not the babbling of either child.

it was a request from ramesses.

for a moment, there was panic. had she overslept something? had something gone wrong? by the night was heavy upon them and the halls were too silent. even the servant looked composed, awaited a response. with an instruction to find somebody to watch the children, she took off.

a careful trot, moving serpentine and practiced grace.

she would appear in his doorway, eyes fixed upon him at once.