Lion Head Mesa bird of paradise

makono did not resist.
something loosened inside ramesses, some sinking of relief. "no. he does not. you must come to the same agreement before anything is announced. unless you cannot. then i must declare you in opposition to one another."
and she would not like to hear that, but ramesses was grave, feeling rather drawn as he felt himself draw a heavy curtain across — "makono." voice a roll of thunder in the desert. "you break with a thousand years of tradition if you do this."
the gravity of change could be a falling stone.
"i am not helpless in this. i will stand upon the side of Ma'at. i will consult the priests and the queen." ramesses was servant only to the gods, and if it was willed, he would change the edict.
but makono must step forward now. she must assert herself as champion of her own wants.
"if you can come to your choice, i will declare it. if you cannot, i will set you as Crown Intended the first of the new year." sokha had spun the hour for a feast.
he hoped it would not be a war.