Lion Head Mesa scepter

pharaoh cast a critical eye over the girl as she came to attend him. she was pretty, and more wolfish than the one who had borne her.
but he did not know who had fathered her. and so his bias was complete.
still, she was hard-working and dutiful.
"you need have no fear of me," ramesses intoned. he continues his walk, an elegant amble upon the outskirts of the palace.
this one was makono's confidant, he was sure of it. they had gone together to mereo, they were seen often together, and their not disparate ages made for good company.
"tell me how the princess is today."