Lion Head Mesa [m] Elephantine

“No, Nasima, I am not aversed to much.”

He watched the coy woman with growing interest in how her eyes quickly glossed over the ornate embellishments of the king’s quarters. Her pedestrian scent and narrow beauty, the filigree of ash upon her shoulders, all of it was a welcomed diversion to the enflamed knots under his skin.

Gilded eyes falling to half-close, the king's back stretched broadly in eager anticipation of a feminine touch.

“I trust my young gods have been apt pupils,” his voice deepened. Of course, no mortal would dare revoke such a statement. “How are you finding the palace?”