Lion Head Mesa Primrose

If there was no wind to shake her delicate furs and strip her body bare with frost-slung caresses of cold, then it was only in Merneith’s mind she felt the nether world abound thrust against her. Their squalls are a violent storm of refutation!

This is not how it was designed! She felt the gods condemn it! Reeling against brother of darkness beside sister of sun.

And still she allowed her eyes to rest upon Khaem, as if they two were acacia trees whose fates were separated by a river between, but whose boughs were mated where their blooms did touch.

“My first act as Queen will be to instate my trusted advisor as vizier,” the gods moan! “Then I will dance in the arms of my prince-husband before all the court!”

Her eyes fall shut. In the vapor the princess gently sways.

“Tell me, what you will do, Pharaoh Khaemwaset?”