Lion Head Mesa dawn's child

"do not forget she is a fellahin, and that many a servant has killed her mistress, even with love shared between them from the cradle." his eyes turned to her own; for a moment lapis vied against lazuli. his lips tipped in a sardonic smile. "siptah had not even seen his own. do not write him off so quickly, iry-pat. he may return. and you must be prepared."
did he sense haughtiness in makono now that her crown was assured? he did not like this; he would not allow it. 
he must work without enmity between them.
"look, makono." ramesses moved across the great red ceiling of the palace and gestured to the expanse of the meadow fairspell. "that land is our eastern gate. mereo guards the travel-routes and trade-ways of the mountains. but i think it would be best to secure the meadow as well."
pharaoh's silence invited her word.