Lion Head Mesa brass

tavina bowed her head. but internally she knew the struggle had been won. her gambit had not been so bold after all.

"you sent a messenger to mereo. they will be here any day i expect. i will ask the servants to clean this throne room. send them to me today, great one."

ramesses nodded. he cut around her, pushing past, and was gone, presumably to the wellspring.

tavina breathed a sigh when he was gone, though not so deeply. the air was fetid.