Lion Head Mesa Primrose

Her brother was a romantic– already he seemed a man and not a boy. Was it only the faraway look in his eyes that said he was moving quickly from childhood? Neith tilts her head to the side and grins at him, as she’s seen mother smile at father.

The way he spoke with such certainty, he would never let anyone force him to do anything that didn’t fit his image of himself, and Neith adored him for being what he was: strong, resolute, determined to be his own. Doting on his Queen.

On the well-worn arm of stone the amiirad leans to kiss the side of her brother’s temple and hears a thousand enraptured onlookers erupt in acclaim.

“How shall a Queen treat her Pharaoh on the day of ascendance?” She tickles his muzzle with her’s.

Pharaoh Ramesses’ lapis eyes stare.