Lion Head Mesa house of cards

She managed it, somehow. Ill, reeling, head pounding and liable to vomit any second, Maegi swayed her way down the chambers of Akashingo and found Ramesses's room, despite his recent marriage, despite everything.

Fuck the honeymoon, or whatever.

She had important business to discuss.

Maegi near-fell to her knees, like a bow—but it was too clumsy. She righted herself, and sucked in her breath.

Pharaoh, she called, bi-colored gaze flashing, desperate.