Lion Head Mesa 家 okaerinasai

the doorway that led into the mesa's antechamber was occupied by maggie.
"what do you see?" ramesses inquired, lounging in a heap of feathers and flowers with jawahir. 
apprised of satsu's return, the pale beauty told pharaoh that their queen was not alone.
ramesses rolled reluctantly from the jewel's warm embrace and approached. he would be visible from this distance, a sentinel of milkwhite, flanked by maggie and soon, the spice-tones of jawahir at his other side.
pharaoh said nothing, nothing until satsu and her retinue of men had drawn closer. the older man captured his attention at once, and the cunning lapis eyes flicked over the figure.
the younger of the two was not recognized by the proud pharaoh, and well it should be.
ramesses' mouth danced with amusement. "have you brought us true custom, satsu?" he asked lightly, his attention belonging in full to her for a moment.