Two Rivers Isle natron

"there is always a storm upon your brow, satsu. i have come to look for it," pharaoh waxed, cutting over all she had said to drift upon his own mind's stage. "i have come to even enjoy it, perhaps. it is like wind in the desert, a khamsin which cuts down everything in its path."
he rolled his shoulders with a slow and dramatic eloquence, focused upon the jeweling of sunlight to water.
"as to my offer, why can it not be both? the world is many colors, satsu. there are very rarely only two choices."
he looked toward her.
"i seek revenge upon my sister, the evil bitch hatshepsuun." ramesses swore the name, flung it like an epithet at satsu's feet. "but while i am here, i will seek no path to fighting. if it is inevitable, why quicken that end?" 
a pleasure-seeker, a hawkish and ribald young prince, staring at the dancer.
"you have never tasted this before. how could i expect you to understand how much better it is than war?"