Lion Head Mesa Eien ni Tomodachi

Siptah.
It was a lovely name. It held such meaning for Ramesses, this much the queen could discern with the flow of title that drawled from his lips. It was perfect.
She did not listen to the rest. It wasn't on purpose - she was so tired, delirious really. The pain of the birth had ebbed, leaving Satsu sore but vibrant too, and distracted.
She gave a nod, staring with love upon the boy; Ramesses could go if he wished, if that was custom.