Fairspell Meadow Just tryna find the right words to say

maharaja.
ramesses thought of aditya, of the words and god-names that the old prophet had taught to him. he wondered for a brief and rueful moment where the man had gone. and in the next he decided it did not manner. 
her accent was sweet. ramesses smiled at the woman called sokha. 
"you may."
aware of her flightiness, the pharaoh was careful in his next movements: nearing her without touch. 
"have you served a king before, sweet one?" his lips formed a dazzling smile.