Lion Head Mesa stele

set after this!

oh, reyson gave himself away with this one! every muscle in his body clenched, every heated whisper, each heavy footstep; yes, pharaoh saw his anger, and saw in the woman now a key to unlock such rage.
"now," ramesses said smoothly to @Meadow; he indicated where a meal of sheep haunch and odd red liquid had been set out upon leaf-matting, while pure white furs provided a couch to sit or to lie.
"sheeps'-blood and liqueur melted from the pines themselves." his smile was elegant, and he sat down before she did, keeping a space between them.
they were alone here, even the hush in the hallway muted for now.
this was a rich repast for just the two of them, and he expected it to be far more interesting than whatever her peasant backwater had to provide.
ramesses did not yet know the scent on her delicate coat. "from where do you hail, lady meadow?" he asked, seeing no flaw in her face and understanding why reyson had grown so very protective.