Rosewater Oasis this is a joke

she steals another kiss, her lips brushing his, and for a fleeting moment, he allows himself to believe in the future she sees. he does not need to love her, and she does not need to love him, but the foundation of loyalty and ambition is a formidable one.

he leans down, pressing a kiss to her crown, and then he shifts to make room for her upon his sandstone throne.

and so it shall be, for Sa-Ra Ma’at* has bid it so. he murmurs against her crown. glory will be ours. any who dare defy us will be reduced to ash beneath His gaze.