Lion Head Mesa tenth

ramesses' teeth flashed in a smirk. "i enjoy that you are direct with me." he took another turn and felt the telltale feathering of an unseen silk across his skin. "your imperator is not." had she not spoken abrasively of him the first time they had spoken.
"i am pharaoh," he said simply. "i am indeed given what i want. but not through force. through willingness." the world of akashingo provided vast luxuries even to the lowest among them.
"do you think ambition is a bore? expansion? or perhaps commanding tribute from vassal states?"