Totoka River faience

dethroned.
what had been a matter of royal convention had gone horribly wrong — she was to marry him for legitimacy, not the other way 'round. and ramesses had never forgotten the way his sister had gloated behind her paint and her guards, plucking him from the heart of their dynasty with a tap of her small paws.
the hotlands had no queen, and yet she ruled alone. in state. in defiance. on the betraying, delusional word of their father, who had meant to set her after him as heir instead of ramesses, his firstborn. 
now the rightful pharaoh shook and swore in the snow, his body unmade for anything that was not the dry heat of the lotus-land. to see his breath was to spot ba etching from his own nostrils.
ramesses bellowed as he finally sank to his haunches, defeated by the roar of the weather he did not understand. but in his heart burned the spirit of the living gods, and in the distance, the curves of an island caught his lapis attention.