Lion Head Mesa (ap) godhead

he moved in close. she felt his breath on her nape, the touch against her face; then her ears filled with his voice, something satsu had never heard before.

ramesses was not a man who sang. he did command, he could brood, and everyone had heard him play in some manner through the halls; but sing? satsu was stunned.

the words were accolades to her.

satsu listened and in doing so, relaxed. she swayed slightly, her body wanting to dance. she leaned back against him. blushing pink as the song went on.

the pharaoh looked at her knowingly; she thought, lovingly, and imagined how he might look upon his fellahin, or tamar; possession.

a kiss to her cheek, which she felt everywhere.

watching him with eyes half-lidded, tracing his lips, she felt fire in her belly as the song came to an end.