Lion Head Mesa cartouche

"ours," he repeated smilingly. yet in his mind, a warning. she had served daimyo. did she seek also to become one, this satsu?
ramesses found he missed the smile that had lit her features during their exploration. 
"i will return as soon as i am able." if allowed, he leant forward more chastely than any of his other touches, to nuzzle softly her forehead. "here you will be a queen, satsu. you need only to reach forward and take the crown for yourself."
a movement, and he was away. "i will soon leave for the canyon."