Ocean's Breath Plateau the feathered wings of jeweled gods

ramesses supposed he had known this, but to hear it said aloud, half-mouthed, half-heard, was a confirmation that was necessary. his posture shifted into something more attentive, though he still did not approach. she was a timid little bird, the man thought to himself. thus came to pass that pharaoh's interest surpassed basic camaraderie and became something else.
as son of seti he was given the things that he wished, without question. ramesses saw no reason why this should not continue now. she was the daughter of a warm windblown holy man, but even aditya, surely, wished grandchildren. what the girl's tension did not hide was helwa. 
"i am aditya's newest acolyte," pharaoh grinned slyly, allowing good humour to light the angles of his handsome face. "what might i call his daughter?"