Lion Head Mesa יַקִיר

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“You will soon have the opportunity to demonstrate your accomplishments. My wife may very well be with-child, and I will accept only the most exceptional care for her,” the king spoke, settling his chin high over the pillar of his neck. But the outcome of their ritual remained to be seen, and welling inside the dark consort was the agonizing idea that for all their love no such seeds would come to bud from it. The gilded face dimmed with the shadow of his thoughts for a breath, then he returned his hard eyes to the angular man at the foot of his seat.

“I await to be pleased, Sesh Izaiah,” He told the physician, then ushered for his fellahin to escort the man from his throne.

Rashepses needed to think.