Lion Head Mesa serekh

it was an odd and beautiful thing, a filling of a great circle as at last nazli stood before him. pharaoh descended the rough steps below his throne with proud movements, coming to stand before her downturned eyes.
he saw her made satin, garlanded with flowers; he saw the little talisman around her neck and stared at it for a moment before a slow honeyed smile crossed his face.
"do you fear me, nazli?" ramesses asked softly, close enough to touch though he did not. "look at your pharaoh."
the command was gentle, easy; in the next moment he would steer them both toward the cups of waiting drink, the food that would be left untouched at least by him.