Lion Head Mesa plumes

pharaoh had meant to make satsu gap, cause her an unkiltered step. but the queen remained poised, and soon reached for a piece of the giddyfruit.
her comment brought the near-silence of the throne room alive with his rich laughter for a moment. he reached for another berry, pushing the pile between them where they might both reach it.
"you know me, my sweet," the egyptian purred. he wondered if she had rethought his invitation of a lover. "after our wedding feast as well. we must share the same chambers for seven days. and after this, you will come here one night in a week, and i will come to you in another. as late as you wish."
ritual. schedule. "servants need a routine or they will begin to flap their jaws." ramesses did not wish satsu to be shocked or surprised when their guests had left and he swept grandly to her chambers. 
and he did not mean to sleep on the floor as her serving girl did. 
"now. have you considered how best to make the physician stay here at the mesa?" another berry. pharaoh began to scintillate with a light pleasant buzzing.