Lion Head Mesa serekh

Nazli had never tried the strong drinks, not even during the wedding. That was a privilege of the guests, and the divine, after all. Now she was being offered everything she had ever dreamed of tasting: the finest meat cuts carefully prepared, special wines shared only with a chosen few. That was how she would look at this! A moment, a night, where she could play at fantasy.

So, when Ramesses offered the wine, she would drink. With the food she would spare some moments to taste and revel. Though he offered her a space to ask her questions, she found she had little to say.

One thought did plague her. Something she was shy to bring up, however, the wine loosened her tongue and softened her resolve.

I know what to expect. It has been shared with me in my lessons. I only wonder... why, ahm... why me? But she knew that too, to a point. It was his prerogative to sample his own supply: wines, meats, and flesh.