Lion Head Mesa weighing feathers

ramesses enjoyed the games. he absorbed the stranger's frustration, growing more glossy and more smug as the corners of his mouth tipped up.
crowfeather was a prince. that made his father a king. he schemed. 
"it is moot for the time being. tomorrow we will meet again and speak. now," and pharaoh felt the fellahin slipping from his embrace to regard the stranger, "you will be bathed and given something to eat. sleep in the caves by the wellspring. one of the beautiful ones will stay with you, if you would like."
their time was over. ramesses had decreed it so. he would delay the as of yet nameless man until temper erupted and pharaoh could leverage his own wants.