Lion Head Mesa sunlight sadness

oh, did this one know his place? "you both do," he said primly. pharaoh had not yet met the shadowed beauty jakoul, though today he meant to do just that, prise her from the endless hallways of akashingo.
"i need guards for the palace," ramesses said. his black-limned eyes roved approvingly over the muscled body. "as a member of the mazoi, you would have run of the palace, access to the larders, your own quarters, and all attentions offered by the fellahin."
"there is also room to rise as captain of the guard."
he was silent now, watchful. waiting.