Lion Head Mesa or the house burns down

"my queen has a head for entertainment." ramesses had seen many of treva's moods. "we welcome you as friends. jawahir," he went on grandly, "go to prepare the throne room."
his lazuli eyes drifted with seeming laziness over the others. did treva look on them in aplomb or otherwise? "come, dreadfather and deathbringer. sup with us. we will share all manner of talk between us." his teeth flashed in a grin. jawahir had already set off back to the palace, an amber emblem of his power.