Lion Head Mesa to have peace, there must be strife

A long, steady bloodline of royalty. This she had come from, among those before her.

The sweet scent of wine and long-lasting craving of warm meat gnawed at his tongue and belly, but he did his best to ignore. Talks of such importance were no time to feast, nor ponder on a tainted soul.

A query soon distracts him — one that replaces the fight against his cravings. Studying the erpa-ha closely, Thutmose wonders of the prince's intentions. Were they to understand better, or to gain insight to use as pieces to play against what Thutmose desires? 

If a title such as pharaoh were to fall upon me, arrangements would be made. I would still be commander of Akhsounu, but another would be prepared to take charge in my absence. Our faction's purpose would not be left disregarded. Often would I visit home, of course, but my priorities would always be to my wife and children, when and if that time may come.