Hideaway Strath That perfect moment, the last tear you shed

ramesses appeared, holding back from the small group gathered.
he had never enjoyed children, though like any proper royal he saw their necessity. but the idea of siring his own revolted pharaoh, who could see only torment in being given the responsibility of someone unintended.
this was based upon his own eligible birth, and how his royal parentage meant that ramesses would always be. a demi-god in his own right, second only to seti. and he would be a true being of light once the realm bowed their stubborn, enchanted heads and accepted him as their leader.
he had been wanted, and so assumed all who were not divine were ill-bred by design. this did not apply to ramesses, of course; pharaoh recognized no bastards.
but he came as was his duty and place; underling, an insect clinging to the inside of a dirt wall. he loathed it. 
more children arriving; to the prince they looked the same age and sticky nature. he sat petulantly nearby, submissive in his withers but contempt in his heart, that he should be expected to share space with inept little things for any amount of time.