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

Pharaoh was here. 

Sokha smiled with relief. Then she searched the room. Only one was here, tending to the pale man.

With a small gesture, she bid Sayf and Jawahir to dismiss themselves, hoping silently that Ramesses would not protest.

The nebet fluttered forward with grace, approaching the throne with no shame. In the jewel's place, the woman continued to knead at the pharaoh's shoulders, gentle in her motions. 

Her words then drew soft in his ears. It is a crime for me to have the want to see you? Sokha mused, tone an affectionate rumble. You had not called for me since we last spoke... I- I missed you.

Now, behind him, she bit her lip. Would he be angry that she spoke this way?