Lion Head Mesa obsidian

Sayf found it interesting that the queen had kept herself from the pharaoh. He wondered how she was able to restrain herself in the golden god's presence. The fellahin could never even keep himself from burying his face in his master's luscious coat. 

I will do whatever she asks of me, he promised the pharaoh. Sayf nuzzled his face into the soft, golden fur of his neck before pulling back to look up with reverent eyes. No one is ever like you, though.