Lion Head Mesa not the same without you here [wp]

ah, there it was; some little fire. some redirection. ramesses was piqued but deferred in silent change of their discourse. yet his lazuli eyes remained admiring, for he did not know if she knew the ways of the palace. yet he would not lecture her on them. "akashingo is pleased to have the alliance of so strong a pack. i had thought to make germanicus my royal chief tactician. but it seems his tastes run to the rough."
and did his tastes run to aquene? did the roman displace her husband for himself? ramesses doubted it; a story of such intrigue and deception and romance was far too nuanced for the latin dog, who preferred to eke out children onto cold stone and had married not into nobility but for normalcy's sake.
"i will send an invitation to you in the days to come, matrona." his smile glowed as they stopped and he gave a small bow.