Lion Head Mesa Eien ni Tomodachi

ramesses lifted his head as belen entered his throne room. the night had worn on long and velveteen. the girl gasped out what was happening. pharaoh straightened at once, eyes cold with anticipation.
there was a seed of worry within him for the well-being of the queen herself, but his mind was upon this last and final test for satsu: her ability to deliver him an heir.
ramesses strode quickly through the winding red stoneways. sihaya followed in his usual cunning silence. and when the queen's rooms loomed ahead, ramesses slowed. his ears strained to hear.
but there was not yet any news for him.
uncomfortable and perturbed, the long white legs began to churn in a frustrated way. pharaoh padded up and down the hallway outside satsu's apartments, pausing here and there to again listen.
what he heard sickened him with worry and anger, worry that he could not see what went on and anger that he should be so riddled with frayed nerves.
i am pharaoh. i am the Morning and the Evening Star.
"tell the priest to make a sacrifice to Bes and to Tawret," he growled toward sihaya, who turned and stalked away.
belen was there once more. "a girl!" she beamed happily before turning and darting back into the room.
a girl. ramesses' face was implacable but he was glad that he had sent sihaya away.
he resumed his pacing. time. ramesses lost track of them. his limbs were numb and still his heart beat fast and insistent.
the little fellahin, bowing again. "another girl!" that she had been identical to the first was a detail lost to belen in the chaos of this eventful night. the dismay that crossed pharaoh's face now was palpable, and she shrunk away from it, eager enough to return to tavina and satsu.
more moments, minutes, hours. the sky above akashingo was dark save for glittering stars. ramesses began to grow claustrophobic, head down as his plodding started to wane and to slow.
girl children were worthless. his queen had given him not one but two. 
ramesses felt the ire burning once more, that her beauty had so deceived him of her ability. 
but when he opened his cold eyes once more, belen had come a third time. 
"a boy."
a son.
at first he did not register what the other was saying. and then his head rose sharply; muzzle pointed toward the archway of the room where satsu had, after all, birthed his heir.
ramesses felt himself unwind somewhat. his look to belen was softer. he sat with his back to the wall and let out a long, audible sigh of relief.
akashingo would go on. how had he ever doubted his queen?