Lion Head Mesa moth

no traveling singer or storyteller could have done the beauty of Pharaoh justice. she herself was divine. Ra rose the sun for her and Nwt hung the stars for her. now they would do the same for the young royals that sat minkfur-lined.

the divinity in the room was thick enough it could have suffocated him — oh the euphoria he would have felt!

he pressed himself low to the ground in a humble bow. content to keep himself there until offered otherwise. Divine Pharaoh, Great and Holy One... his heart fluttered in his chest and his gaze stayed fixed upon the clean floor underneath him. forehead pressed firmly to the ground.