Lion Head Mesa twenty-seventh

His time with the intended queen came to an end, and he could then return to his chambers to sleep. In the morning he woke before the dawn as a priest might; he heard the songs, and felt a thrill upon being reunited with something so fundamentally familiar, although it was broken up by the commentary of his advisor. His fellahin busied themselves with tidying the room and soon retired also.
When Harakhte had enough, he dismissed the crooked man and chose to disembark for a time. One of the resident fellahin (Jawahir) showed him to a stone balcony, where he could bask in the sun and allow the fresh air to soothe the beginnings of a headache before it could become too dire.
There, he saw the priest. It was best not to show weakness out in the open. Harakhte took one long breath before choosing to seek out the man who had, no doubt, called to the sun. He was young but not too young; almost athletic in build, likely from climbing the red stones each morning for prayer. Impressive, almost.
You sing your chants beautifully, offered the prince as a way of breaking the quiet of the morning.