Two Eyes Cenote linen

the ivory ghost flickered and dissolved as rashepses spoke, rising like pleasant mists upon a river and reforging into the image of the man he had been. "all men are dust to pharaoh, prince," he said softly.
ramesses arranged himself in repose and raised a languid paw, its nails coiffed to gleaming; "i test you because my children have all turned from what i thought was Ma'at's way, and you are a man so bound by it that you surrender your earthly wants." his voice, a cool pour of fermented honey and raspberries brought down to the desert in trade.
"i pursued an empire, Consort to Horus," ramesses at last said after a time, bestowing his own title upon rashepses as one might shower a man in gold, "one built to honor that of my fathers. tradition sees power, prince. you know this. return tradition to akashingo in the ways that you are able. keep pure the blood i leave behind. honor pharaoh as godhead even in the deepest parts of your heart which no other may see."
a soft clouding once more, golden laughter. "make all in your path a vassal state. ensure tribute for a hundred years. build an army in her name."
the lapis eyes, fixed unblinking to the handsome pleasantry of the riverprince's face.