Lion Head Mesa desert rose

little toula. his second princess.
there was a fondness in ramesses for this one. it was quite unlikely that the pressures of queenhood would come to her, not with makono and ashikaga before her.
but he saw already her fire, how her small voice lifted to the God of Light even before she hardly knew Him. pharaoh saw treva's determination, and he beheld his own, both ensconced in the small body of the little royal child.
the river had been blessed, and the Sun God honored. ramesses saw the perfect auspice of the day. 
"well," he said, pulling from the water and gesturing that she do the same, "what else shall we do?" her words were still nonsensical; he did not expect a true answer. as he waited, ramesses gestured imperiously for the sun-shade to be held over her small head. it was not only pampering, it was protection.