Lion Head Mesa tepidus

she had the ear of sayf when word entered her room of his arrival. she did not fancy herself for him, but she was comfortable and regal.

at one side sat the architect she conducted work with. to the other was a guard.

the imperator would be invited in and welcomed with a warm gaze. her gaze! she lounged upon her throne. still the fitting image of a woodland queen than one who ruled the palace alongside a pharaoh.

imperator, she hummed in the tone of a songbird. i wish i had been better prepared for such high company.