Lion Head Mesa Egó

Arsenio continued to smile, pleasantly waving his tail to the Pharaoh’s words – words that spiked fear in his belly, anger in his chest, and filled him to the brim with indescribable indignance. This king was a spoiled little brat, the Greek would revel in an opportunity to sink his fangs into the ruler’s throat and rip it clean from his gold-dusted figure.

The Pharaoh stated that he would like to know if Tamar took a lover. Arsenio blinked several times before he nodded his head daftly.

The king would like for me to guard both ladies? You want reports for the servant and the queen? Their activities are rather boring, but I will tell the king what he wishes, the Greek man babbled with a thoughtful glean in his eye. All these things he would tell the Roman soldier, too. Their conversation would be relayed to the yellow-eyed man who had been instructed to leave, Arsenio had no hesitation in that.