Wheeling Gull Isle embrace of the scarab

she commanded him. ramesses snapped attention to her for a cursory moment, lapis eyes narrowing. who was she to give him an order? and yet he reined back the pretention of his being for a moment. he was a stranger within a strange land; she had offered him shelter.
ramesses did not have a reason to deny such. the falling white threatened too greatly a man who had been gilded in sun all his days. and so he followed, nostrils flaring at the briny scent of the fish she carried.
"i am usermaatra-setepenra ramessu-meryamen. i am pharaoh in the valley of kings. ramesses the great," he shortened for the benefit of the noblewoman. for now he did not know what role within the island she took, though he suspected with a growing irritation that she ranked above the simple name of royal lady.