Lion Head Mesa meat & wine

he stiffened. 

khusobek looked over the riches, the offerings. he became bitter in that moment, thinking only of hatshepsuun and how she had discarded him as if he were no more than a bracelet.

"i have done nothing to deserve these things," the mazoi grunted. "the royal prince has sent me to — accompany you upon errands."

khusobek entered her chambers no more than his broad shoulders.