Golden Glade kinpaku

ramesses watched the way that emotions played upon satsu's face. she struggled and kept the backbone of equality; as she answered in a slow and diplomatic fashion, his smile spread cheshire and he gave a low, throaty laugh.
"you were made to be an emissary," he praised, rolling upright with a renewed energy. red leaves fell silently from his gold-dust hackles.
archaic.
"i loathe my sister. we hate one another," pharaoh quipped with a lightness meant to veil anger at hatshepsuun. "it is not something meant to be enjoyable. it is only to keep the Horus Throne pure."
"only a son who is royal may be pharaoh. only he may commune with our gods. the line must remain unbroken."
a pause. "once i knew an empress. perhaps you will find this more palatable."