Lion Head Mesa stele

pharaoh watched her gentle elegance as she drank again. such a jewel was wasted in the helm of such a man. "if you have not heard of them, then i have stricken their name from time." and well so, and woe to those who stood against akashingo.
so meadow would go to be a soldier's wife. or reyson would leave his post, which was unlikely given the obsession with rank borne by all mereo wolves. it was an ironic thought.
no; that man seethed with want of meadow, to have her, to possess her. ramesses hoped the fighter suffered even now, wondering if he had taken the lady of epoch into his arms.
if she had desired the pharaoh.
but he did not see such in her, only politeness. "such generosity is my birthright. Amun has blessed akashingo, and so i make gifts to those outside. yet within these walls, lady meadow, i live in riches and splendor."
surely his wealth did not go unnoticed, even if meadow truly only wanted the unpolished man who waited for her. he took another long drink and granted the lady a long look. "i send items to your leadership. but tell me what you desire to take with you."