Lion Head Mesa anodized

tavina was windswept and earnest. yet all ramesses could hear was betrayal or shades of it. pharaoh's heart hardened the more that the sesh spoke, until he was left dark blue and staunch white marble, cold. untouchable.
"how can you be certain she is not a spy?"
how dare you ask me for this.
tavina's place among them, now, was precarious.
his head moved upon its proud neck. ramesses looked to treva.