Golden Glade kinpaku

daimyo he said it inside his head, determined not to butcher the word in her presence.
"i would be killed, routed at very least." white teeth shone in a brazen grin. "one does not carry the uraeus of my father's kingdom without confidence, ushabti." affectionate in a manipulating way, as only ramesses could be. 
"i do not enjoy serving women." lips pensive now. "i was not crafted by Amun to serve any creature, but especially not those who can become compromised in their strength."
he spoke, of course, of pregnancy — bearing down upon the desert lands with an army as hatshepsuun laboured over a litter of illicit children would be the quickest route to his victory.
long-deserved triumph, indeed.
a swift blink. "there is a holy man now among us, aditya. he is a high priest. i respect him. i ran with aditya after the empress descended and i left the island. perhaps you will speak one day."
"he is wise."