Wheeling Gull Isle embrace of the scarab

AHH CONGRATS I AM HONORED

mollified that she had said one of his titles, pharaoh neverthless kept himself upon guard, and one that sharpened to hear the flowing water of her name — and her position. "empress," he remarked aloud. "huāzhēn jiāng." it would not be an easy name to say, but the man had been trained in classical matters, and that included languages different from his own.
"i give thanks," he grunted toward her hospitality, treating himself to a controlled bite of the creature. not prepared with fine herbs, nor tasting of the nile; his throat rebelled against the cold salt but he forced it down all the same. "my sister believes she is queen," ramesses said in the low roll of his tonality, darkened gaze shifting back to the delicate features of empress huāzhēn. "i am here because she cannot see reason." pharaoh grew still and frozen as the wind overhead, and presently he began to stare with an icy impassivity at the foreign trees and their odd needle branches.