Lion Head Mesa she who waits

ramesses glanced between the two of them, his lazuli eyes dancing with pleasure and with intrigue. aquene remained formal and treva was warm. "she wears many circlets, the lady aquene," pharaoh said softly. "when we met during the celebration, you spoke of your children. the queen and i have two of our own, prince sethnakht and princess toula. they will be about three months now, almost ready for their first forays as emissaries of the palace."
pharaoh sat back then, waiting for one of them to speak. and his honeyed gaze missed no detail, for he was pleased still to find an opportunity for aquene to misstep.