Cerulean Cape I made you my temple, my mural, my sky

amazing 100/10 thread as usual, gonna use this for his counsellor trade *snerk*

it is you who is a fool! ramesses wished to shout after the straight line of her back decamping through the storm. he understood diplomacy and all the wordliness of the court; she bore terrible scars and believed a maiming was the worth of one's soul.
pharaoh would never suffer the same should he help it. loyalty was won and held in other ways, but who could expect such nuance from the battle-wrought? still, he halfheartedly hoped she would see reason and attend the empress of the island, if not for the simple fact he had found himself better matched in this war of wits.
or let the accursed harpy march into the white and die.
ramesses decided he did not care enough to follow, and turned away to pursue his own trajectory, always keeping in sight of the shadow that marked the island as he wandered through the sleet in search of cover.