Lion Head Mesa from one place of sands to another

“She makes me happy,” a grin split his lips, “and I anticipate she will carry my sons this year.”

It was no accident that more men were arriving from Ta-senet as the prospect of his wife’s pregnancy drew near. Neither was it untold how semer-wati’s mistrust extended to Pharaoh’s own sellswords. Rashepses had once promised to carve stone with water, and now Akashingo would be armed with river-bred guardians.

“The gods smile upon our kingdom. We are wealthy, with strong numbers, and a palace of opulence to the South. No luxury will be spared you, Akhenaten. Mesen-ka has risen to the title of principal lord and hand of the consort,” he faced his man, his flaxen brother, with a grand shake of coal-black mane.

“So tell me what it is you desire from life, and let me make it so.”