Lion Head Mesa dais

"he drinks day and night, @Treva." they were atop the mesa, as ramesses had come to enjoy the falling snow at the edges of his kingdom. there was a fine pelt here for the queen to use as a covering, even as he himself paced and snorted at the idea of charles.
"he once knew my enemy. in my mercy i brought him to akashingo and made of him a prince. a marriage was found for him." lilitu's striking beauty had been squandered on the man, which caused ramesses no end of jealousy. his breath rose in a plume.
"and still he failed in that capacity as well. princess lilitu has returned to her people and without akashingo in her belly. it is a humiliation." pharaoh was kindled. "shall he still stand as prince? shall he be reformed? remarried?" he did not expect her to know each answer but as shabti, he sought treva's counsel now, sinking down beside her in an furor of angst.