Hideaway Strath run away

ah, lotus. "it is a good name," he said with a genuine feeling, for he had not forgotten the way that the waterblooms had drifted beyond the river-carved palace. 
"what a pity. a loss for me, to be sure," pharaoh lamented, though there was nothing about his cunning, wanting expression that conveyed any sort of anguish. 
so, charles did not belong to nyra. this interested ramesses further. 
he swept his eyes to where he felt the stare rested, nestled amid the shadows.
"if you ever tire of fatherhood, discover me here in the strath. it will be worthwhile. let me judge the wolf in your veins for myself."
a teasing, mean laugh, a suggestive grin, and pharaoh turned away, trotting off toward the bordermarkings unless paused by a word.