Lion Head Mesa اجعلني ملكة malaka

perhaps a time skip :o

"i would rather worship you."
and so pharaoh did, lingering as long as he was able until the conflagration burned through him and he existed in the following glow.
there was no sense of time with jawahir.
presently ramesses sat up to watch his jewel with a warm possessive tilt to his lapis eyes. "i want the prince married off. i want you to go to our ally — which was it? with the red man who was so rude. brecheliant."
"if they do not harbour a princess, then i will — go to mereo myself," he sniffed, clearly disgusted by the idea.