Lion Head Mesa Isle of flame

“And would you know how to please your husband, Lady Tadihor?” The king chased lazy river ripples with a forepaw and shared a laughing gaze that settled squarely over her face in a drape of heavy lid.

“I was born prince to the west bank river kingdom of Ta-senet in lower Egypt. Akashingo is my wife’s birthright. It has been her family’s realm for two generations,” and a third would follow when his firstborn son sat upon the throne of Pharaoh.

The red shadow of the mesa sprung itself from the flatlands in the distance. “Imposing, isn’t it?” In the waters semer-wati waded nearer to the young woman.