Hideaway Strath linen

"my gods led me here so that i might learn humility." his turn to rankle. "i am no subject. i am pharaoh. He Who Turns the Sky to Gold. He Who Walks with Amun's favour."
satsu might choose to be a servant, but ramesses did not. "one king does not serve another, no matter how strong his army." the sneer transformed into something smoother, more appraising.
"i have offered to become his scribe. keep their lore. scribes do not enter battle," and here he grinned again, amused at himself and his wittiness. 
was that frustration beneath her cultivated veneer. "do not be the lovely dust through which kynareth works his purpose. demand a rank among his fighters. or seek out the women. perhaps they know things i do not. perhaps he is a gentle lover." leaving satsu to her fate, he supposed, chuckling again as he stepped beyond she and her flowers.
"come to me when you have decided if you will be soft or if you will grow the teeth of a jackal."