Lion Head Mesa incoming

Mesen-ka works through three shifts each day. One out in the morning, one in the afternoon, one in the evening, and at night he finds it hard to rest. So, he stays stationed often outside the royals quarters with an iron foot. His legs are numb by the time he goes to sleep.
Today is no different. Rashepses has come to see him. The brother stands, and follows carefully to his stride, hesitant. He could use a break anyways.
"Slow, my King." In between the space of his silence, there was an awaiting breath. "There are few to be wed."