Lion Head Mesa A Felicidade

“In time, my sun,” a reticent smile shone upon the hardened maw as he pulled back to study her young face.

As his men from the riverlands pulled back into the South, there remained only he and his kingsguard from the people of Ta-senet. His heart would ache for the verdant earth and the good company of his bannermen, but bracing Toula in his arms, Semer-wati was not inclined to share her with the brutes of his native nome. Pharaoh Shepseskare was an honorable God, though a lustful one. Rashepses would bar the king’s eyes from his wife for as long as he could.

“Mm,” he drew, brushing the bridge of her nose with his jaw. “Pharaoh Ramesses. I feel I know him already…”

Indeed, he did.