Wheeling Gull Isle but sleep won't set me free

the smile spread across her lips. ramesses found himself thinking of how he might remove it through other means. he trusted no woman, for as pharaoh he was above them all, second only to the gods. and he hated hatshepsuun, but she was not before him now. it was maegi, her oddities changing nothing about the way her pale body laid.
her father taught her poisons. she was a scribe of them, from the sounds of it. "you would be the deadliest flower in a harem," he joked. perhaps maegi would not take it that way, but ramesses did not know how to give good words. he had met no one like her thus far, and wished to impress this upon the woman.
"your skill lies with deadly things but your obligation is to your family. why not follow in the footsteps of your father? was not he too family?" he wanted to provoke more from her with a smile; pharaoh wanted to see a thousand things rush across her scarred jawline and inscrutable eyes.