Ocean's Breath Plateau sun-worshipper

pharaoh enjoyed the respectful way in which aditya said the names of his gods, cradling them close as though they were precious stone carried from the mountains. he who served Amun guarded any mention of the sacred one. aditya had secured his foothold of respect within ramesses' grudging head.
perhaps it too was where he was meant to be.
the thought unnerved pharaoh; he had chosen yuelong for its pearljade leader and the aspiration toward rulership he had always borne. he was Horus-in-the-nest; fledgling perfect prince, and in the end it had been evil hatshepsuun who removed from him his birthright.
an ugly tale, one sure to twist him into anger.
"perhaps i will come another day, aditya," the canzan murmured thoughtfully. "for now, that is where i must be." hesitance clinging rarely to his mouth.