Lion Head Mesa pyramid

the hour was late. the palace was quiet. he was alone. 
off he sent a servant to ask @Treva to him.
his pulse thudded dully along the inside of his wrists; he was pleased. frightened. he had lain with no single creature since the mourning had begun — and since it had ended.
he had never been able to revisit satsu before her death; the loss of those revitalizing moments was one with which he would always live. but he did not need to replicate it.
he paced the high-ceilinged throne room, waiting for her to arrive or for the servant to return with her soft decline of his invite.

a soft voice in her ear gave her reason to stir. a voice that was distinctly not the babbling of either child.

it was a request from ramesses.

for a moment, there was panic. had she overslept something? had something gone wrong? by the night was heavy upon them and the halls were too silent. even the servant looked composed, awaited a response. with an instruction to find somebody to watch the children, she took off.

a careful trot, moving serpentine and practiced grace.

she would appear in his doorway, eyes fixed upon him at once.

it was desire which had roused ramesses to bring treva.
a light repast of berries and honey had been set out by the time she arrived; he led her to the eating-mats and sat down across from her.
"from this night forward we may resume seeing one another." he had not yet called for sokha or jakoul, nor any of the fellahin.
in this he felt worshipful, and leant toward treva, offering a wine-berry from his own lips.

berries and honey, finer things she had come to know only in akashingo.

it should have come as no surprise that this was beckoning of body, but was it not what she wanted too? she had thought of it in the time she had spent secluded. how much she had missed his allure and charm. fallen for it all too well to fall right into a throne.

it should be just us. this murmured after she plucked the berry from him.

she did not hide the soft threads of greed in her voice.

so she would not invite others into the bed they shared.
but they would have their own quarters. she did not need to be privy to all that happened in his own. 
still, pharaoh did not want to seem so dismal, not tonight. he wanted only her, and assured this to treva with a dip of his muzzle.
he thought of the queen's apartments, quiet and waiting.
"tonight it will be."

if I assumed too much let me know <3

i have waited.

and her voice made it clear she no longer wished to. if he would join her, she would welcome him.

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and in the wake of it all would be the things she had missed of him. clouded in a hazy wellspring of good emotions, of blessings. the berries and honey a sweetness on top of her mood.

she admired the gold of him over a ruffled shoulder.

all good!

he gazed at her with the satisfied lazuli of his eyes.
when she moved to the queen's apartments, she would have her own bed. he wanted to visit her there as well. for now, the paleness of his arm pulled her closer. he exhaled into her fur, content at least for this moment, and tending toward sleep. "stay with me."

she felt something here, in the sun kissed crook of his arm. warmth radiated between them and her heart sung in a low strumming way.

i always have.

this cooed lowly as she loosened a softly clumped tuft of fur.

fade? <3

ramesses would lie with her in the crook of his arm.
treva, queen of akashingo. queen of egypt. queen of red sands.
and in their slumber he would finally find a place of peace, in the scent of her, the weight of her, treva's gentle breaths stirring his nape.