Lion Head Mesa sem-priest

ramesses swam in powerful strokes among the waters of the serpent. fellahin waited on the bank, crouched against the cold. his swim too was frigid, but pharaoh kept himself hale and trim with such activities.
when he emerged, dripping, he let the servants move thick dry pelts over his wet fur. "go ahead and prepare a lunch for queen @Treva and i. tell her i desire her presence in my chambers."
not his throne room, but the space beyond. he wanted her, but more than that, the intimacy of that room would provide privacy for their words.
"my love." he kissed her when she came. "it is time to discuss the future of toula and sethnakht."