Lion Head Mesa oasis

ramesses found his own gaze half-lidded and wanting.
in these moments of newness he found he could forget satsu, satsu, who bloomed an obsession across the back of his royal mind.
kasmut was worshipful, waiting. 
pharaoh teased her with a deliberate slowness, lowering his mouth toward her own, though he did not yet touch her. she smelled of sweet things, the sand outside akashingo. herself.
"if you stay in this palace you will belong to me," he warned quietly.