Fairspell Meadow Just tryna find the right words to say

the one-time prince had not returned.
ramesses was more irritated than anything. not even a word of thanks for all that had been given him! akashingo had reared crowfeather back onto his paws and he had run away, no doubt in search of that accursed roman dog.
it did not matter. he would not allow it to matter. his plans for the creek must be delayed but not long.
there was a feminine voice singing here. he motioned to sayyadina to fall behind; the woman dipped her head and remained. ramesses drifted ahead, lapis eyes searching for the music's source, and when he found her, the man smiled openly, all of him visible against the shadows.
"do you seek to entertain yourself, or to entrance a listener?" he asked, moving forward. she was beautifully built and willowy, with lovely eyes and a soft mien. and as with all loveliness, ramesses wished to possess it for himself.