Two Eyes Cenote linen

The closer he pressed, the stranger this liminal reality, near enough to see the youth that clung still to Ramesses in his immortal form. Pharaoh dies young.

He laughed at the challenge, knowing well enough that the grudge of a god is deathless as their soul. Knowing also the man was a father concerned for his daughter in this endeavor to slight him. “I’ve no reason to lie to the Gods. I too am blood of Pharaoh, and would find another eternal daughter to wed if I was so compelled.”

“I quite like the sound of 'King'. I quite like the role of it,” the riverlord’s smile was brazen. “I’ll give you grandchildren, Pharaoh. Many, many of them. And I’ll quite like the act of doing so.”