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

"my vizier is widowed," ramesses said of gucci. and it had been a marriage for name, unconsummated as far as he knew.
"what do you think of him?" he asked, pushing away the rest of his meal and half-turning to pull her into his embrace, the throne large enough for her to drape her form across his own. "he is not a wolf. but he is loyal to this kingdom and has a golden heart. these things are enough for Amun-ra."