Lion Head Mesa stele

so. it was love, then. it felt enduring, and it had chased such things away from her. reyson had brought her from her pain.
could she do the same for him?
but ramesses saw no more reason to continue his lulling. he sat back as gracefully as before, but separated their bodies this time. yet his lapis gaze remained unchanged, resonant and watchful as ever. perhaps he had forced her to a conclusion.
but let meadow not forget the doubt she had just shown him. "queen treva wishes to have a winter feast, with our allies brecheliant and mereo. i would like you to bring gifts from akashingo to epoch. for arsenio and tamar."
their names scorched his tongue. he only wished he could be present when meadow unthinkingly spoke his name to tamar, especially.
this the light licking of his whip for her honeyed refusal.