Lion Head Mesa serekh

indulgently he watched her savor the fine food and drink, until sipping brought her to question. he wanted to answer that this was his right but it felt as though it might harm the fineness of the moment.
"why not?" was his answer, a fine and milkweed challenge, accompanied by a flash of a smile. "do you have a lover in your heart, tucked beneath this very roof?"
he took another good draught of the drink, settling back onto the satin fur of the pelt-cushions. "i intend fine things for you, nazli."
but first she must have a sense of her own power, how to move in the world. in a way there was freedom.
ramesses remained soft, approachable; his eyes bid her speak again.