Hideaway Strath lust

war. pharaoh thought of seti's armies, but more than that, the fighters he had hired to engage those who would not fall to his glory. "my father, he chose a clan of mercenaries to guard our gates. he called them the Talons of Horus. they answered only to one another, and were fearsome in battle."
trading tale for tale, and in it, renewing himself, and the anger that still burned around the memory of hatshepsuun's coup. but he was not yet ready to speak of that, and did not think it would ever be so. outsmarted by a woman, a sister second to her cunning feminine ways.
ramesses filled the pause with another inquiry. "have you done that here, divine one?" voice polite, seeking — a scribe adding more words to the letter of the grandmaster's voice.