Lion Head Mesa herons at sunset [m]

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ramesses' heart hummed with all he had seen. had his child stood upon that dais and changed Ma'at?
he was filled with a thousand thoughts; thrumming with wine. the guests murmured over the sight. the servants followed those revelers, offering the wellspring for a place of bathing and excess.
pharaoh himself sought the lone path to his own throne-room; he brought @Treva with them, waving away both sets of attendants. and when they were alone, he pushed her gently against a redstone wall, laughing against her throat.
"tell me, queen of akashingo, where we will lay tonight." his eyes were loving upon her. "shall you sleep a last night alone in the quarters of the mazoi?"
ramesses kissed her, a lingering press.
"shall we lie in my rooms, here?"
another;
his eyes gleamed
"or shall i take you to the apartments of the queen, now, so you may see what you have been given?"

they were alone.

he was sudden and swift, treva found herself clumsy. laughed warm against him in return.

i have spent too many nights alone in the mazoi quarters. she breathed in response, shrinking some beneath him. her green eyes were only for him, for a long moment.

she had not dreamed of this moment, she had not been able to! the grandness of it all well escaped her abilities of the imagination.

for a long moment, she pressed a kiss to him.

show me what i have been given, my new space should see life.

"very well."
her rooms were down the longest corridor from his own; he found the placement to be a respectful distance between each of their courts.
he had not been to these rooms since his children were born, he realized with a start; they had been closed off following satsu's death.
he motioned for treva to step inside first, and followed.
the throne room of the queen was expansive, with a high-vaulted ceiling and smooth walls of paler red than outside, almost pink. two shafts of moonlight illuminated the space, which was bare of all decorations and waiting for her hand.
shelves ran the length of all walls, and a short hallway brought them to the bedchamber: a wide ledge of stone heaped with soft pelts over crushed flowers.
indeed, petals were underfoot, and sweet branches, and featherdown woven into the furs for a coverlet.
he watched her, wondering if she enjoyed these spaces or if she felt her predecessor among them.

she nearly danced, swaying down the hall.

although the further they went, there was no denying the near haunted aura of it all. treva had not come here in search of grief, in search of reliving the bad things that had only just passed.

but to disregard it all would be disrespectful too, wouldn't it?

she lingered in the doorway for a moment. toed around the room when it came, running along pink walls. furs that had been settled upon her had been lost along the path.

green eyes fluttered to the scattering of petals. of the refined pelts placed in waiting. a sigh slipped beyond her as she came to stand in a ray of the moonlight.

if the ghostly way of this room bothered her, it did not show in full.

i cannot even begin to imagine what to decorate it with. she cooed, low and melodic.

"that is why you have servants, my love." his voice was a laugh but not mocking. "the fellahin, the mazoi. all their strengths are at your whim now, queen of the red lands."
he needed to gather more maids for her court. nazli belonged for now to makono.
this room made him ache. the bedchamber forced memories into his heart. he swallowed them and swayed with her through the rich space.
"think in a year how this space will glow with all you have found. the hemet qiao established trade with mereo. i am sending my eldest children to forge new of the same with a pack called epoch. you will have your pretty things, treva."

everything for her.

the strength of those she once walked normally among. the riches of lands far from here. she wove around him tightly for a moment. breath heavy.

furs are practical, but gorgeous. the pale mink you gifted me. she had wore it today, it had been a crowning piece among her wedding. for now it laid nestled near a wall he had placed her on. almost beyond her mind.

for now, she kissed his jaw. the space will glow with our union, hm?

she filled the space; it became hers in that moment. "yes," he said in a voice roughened by pleasure. beyond the throne room was the plinth and the bed heaped with furs.
he was hungry for her, evinced by the way he moved her slowly in that direction, though he was with ease, unhurried, happy to kiss her in each part of the rich space.

feel free to timeskip as much as you'd like or even fade here <3

they had been together before.

but it had not been like this. wedded and celebrated. the world was theirs and hushed here, away from the bustling bodies. although some part of her swore she could hear voices of those worshiped among akashingo.

as she laid upon the bed she thought all at once of Goddess Nwt.

"Her body is the night. Her skin is the stars."

she breathed against the pharaoh.