Two Eyes Cenote linen

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ramesses billowed.
he at last conceptualized movement in such a form, how to dissipate and reform at will. now he flowed around the prince, mist from the surface of a feral river.
"it is pleasing to see she has inherited my taste for beauty," came the voice, breathless, formless, and then ramesses was himself once more; a smirk; voice the taste of honey and wine.
"she is to be pharaoh, and you, Divine Consort? how does this suit you, rashepses," yes, he knew; yes, he had heard.
and now ramesses would know this man who would sit beside his daughter at the head of the kingdom he had built — the lazuli eyes glowed.
bow.