Lion Head Mesa Voice of man

If the priest felt the sear of his low-born origin, Rashepses saw it in the modest shift of emerald eyes and the way his throat bobbed for a swallow.  Princes were not named, they were budded from the nectar of the Gods.

But the man across the water was eternal, for he would continue to serve the imperial line as ushabti even in death.

“So you shall,” the answer pleased Semer-wati who leaned into his girl’s kneading with a pleasured sigh and quashed a berry between his teeth.

“There is another matter to discuss. My kingsguard @Mesen-ka remains unwed. For such a lionheart it would appear the fairer sex intimidates him,” a laugh rumbled. “Find a suitable noblewoman for him to wed, Erpa-ha. He will give her children this year.”