Lion Head Mesa she cries 'cause she's nothing like you, is she like you?

PPing nazli as needed!

his lotus columns.
ramesses did not know his daughter had come back.
he did not know that the heir walked the halls outside with her blackened priest.
to what had tavina alluded in the lilac? ramesses, who had been pacing the interior of the redstone hall, looked toward the slight and sickened fellahin perched at the foot of his altar, a crumpled tribute to his glory.
new life.
an heir.
a true son of akashingo.
he did not look for treva; he did not call for her now.
at the door, gifts.
at the door, the crown prince.
his lip curled in near hate, the planes of his face starved all down to the glitter of his mad and beautiful eyes.
"gifts from the roman, makono?" ramesses demanded, and his honeyed laugh filled and spiraled through the air.