Lion Head Mesa brass

ramesses stopped moving when tavina entered the room. 
her pronouncement should have brought joy. instead it was accompanied only by resignation.
he grunted, pawing idly at the remains of a meal he had barely touched. "very good," he rasped in a voice gone hoarse with his endless weeping.
"you do not need to tell her that there will be no marriage unless she proves she can bear me a son." cruelty, though ramesses would rather call it pragmatism.