Ocean's Breath Plateau and little sir john sprung up his head

"i will patrol our western border first," ramesses told the holy man, striding confidently to a place alongside the one who had questioned. he was a windblown green-eyed sort. pharaoh felt no smarting of competition in him. he and aditya shared a deep understanding that gods ruled the world.
here the soldierly training into which seti had forced all his sons and nephews, and the crown prince himself; here it would suit ramesses well. he did not look often toward yuelong, but when he did, he thought of empress hua and maegi, the only names and faces he had retained from his time there.
his eyes drifted to the small wolfess he had seen before, clasped tightly against aditya. curious.