Wheeling Gull Isle wordlessly watching, he waits by the window

her expressions were swift and open; glinting skull-smile on one side, and on the other the ferocity that only anguish might bestow. a poisoner. maegi belonged to the ranks of those feared even by pharaoh himself. her small stature was not without muscle; her voice was not without the steel of one who had sapped life.
he found himself wondering with his gaze about her figure; something indeed was different. but ramesses would not allow himself to stare. he had soured enough time between them. somehow for her wit he hated her less, trusted her less, desired her more; his rightful title in her mouth fired his want.
"tell me more of jaes." he remembered, and while he wondered if uttering the name might somehow burn him, pharaoh held to it all the same, waiting to see how this poisonwraith might take his words.