Lion Head Mesa bird of paradise

by all rights he should be angry with her, his little golden statue. but he was not; he was ever-moved and aware that the favour of Amun loomed over her shoulder.
pharaoh moved with decisive steps. makono was no longer abed, and he saw a fluid grace in her that had not been there before the sacrifice. an assuredness. 
he was not sure how to feel about it.
"princess," he greeted, as they met in the halls. his lapis eyes were knowing. he fell into step alongside her, silent.