Hideaway Strath malachite

ramesses cooled to new-poured gold in a heat-laden breeze. the pallor of him turned to an aggrieved and silent royal edict. "i can speak only for myself, and i handed you the internal workings of yuelong. i told the holy man, aditya, that he must submit to the saints. i spread the word of our power to those outside the gates you have set for yourselves."
"i am not suited for war. i am a skilled captain, not a foot-soldier."
to the order of report to the battle-camp, however, pharaoh gave a dutiful nod. he did not add that he would return in triumph, nor any of the half-formed plans that flit through his mind at all times.
ramesses softened more deferentially, though his lazuli gaze remained proud. "count me by my actions, divine ones, not my scars."