Lion Head Mesa I'm so over all this bad luck

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in truth, ramesses had hardly sent for anyone.
save @Charles.
since the first time, it was not to the feminine he reached, but the masculine. more often than not, the prince was subject to ramesses' fouling mood and angered words, his roughness, his demands.
he had just bent over a meal when sokha came to him unannounced; he stared at her and then smiled with a softening to his lazuli eyes. "nebet." sayf was with him, using knowing paws to knead the tenseness from his shoulders. jawahir sat at his feet.
"what brings you?"