Two Rivers Isle natron

"because my sister is not here. for whom would i fight?" tongue lashing across the ridges of his white teeth. "how can you refuse pleasure but entertain the life of a warrior over it?" was this some sort of odd honorbound thing? she spoke of her brothers but said hardly anything at all, and pharaoh saw shrewdly her covert burden.
"choose each battle. not all must be fought," he said proudly, though these were not at all his words, but those of the captain who had trained him.
he was closer now, not to touch but to catch the thin blue fragrance of unknown origin that he felt always wreathed around satsu; and he sought the look upon her face with a smile that was not so cruel this time. "why not take the things you wish, rather than fight for another? conquer in your name. not his."