Lion Head Mesa יַקִיר

“Beautiful, aren’t they?” Semer-wati strode into the throne room, stripped of his guardsmen but hemmed on either side by fellahin. He came along the  man’s side while the servants pillared themselves against the redstone wall.

“Pharaoh’s family is an old one, tracing their descent back to the Valley of Kings and the Age of Men,” his dark smile was a hairsbreadth from the shadow’s. He raised a hand, catching his slender wrist in his paw and pulling it from the mural.

“For looking, only,” a whisper slipped between his fanged grin, eyes scintillating when met with the earthen beauty. He released the man and turned to ascend the dais steps.

“You must be our new Sesh.” Rashepses settles an elbow down to lean against, and beckons him forward.