Lion Head Mesa stele

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with meadow in his grasp, volunteering so freely, ramesses saw a way to discredit mereo and perhaps ending whatever secrecy his crown prince shared with the imperator. 
should this tale leak out, germanicus might find himself destroyed, sundered. 
his lazuli eyes were warm as she moved paw to cheek. he took the dregs of his own drink and laughed a little at her wit. "your soldier is not mine to give. he belongs to mereo." and to her, the lady had said, but ramesses did not see it. meadow seemed content enough with reyson's possessive nature. 
"it is only some days before he is sent home to the canyon," pharaoh said, his voice made of silken threads. he did not ask again what lady meadow wanted. a sharp word brought @Nazli close, she of the newest training.
she carried a black fur, and walked with a trained new elegance. ramesses let his eyes drift over her figure. he had not yet summoned her, for the education was to be polished before she came, and oft that was months. the young servant moved with bowed head to unwrap the jet pelt.
inside, a single hawk's feather, scarlet from end to end. 
"a gift for the lady of epoch, from pharaoh of akashingo."
ramesses waited for her to deny him, to misstep as had her intended.