Fairspell Meadow loyalty loyalty loyalty

an idea was beginning to take form in pharaoh's mind. like most of these mental conceptions, it came at the expense of another.
no tricks. but a good head for titles. 
ramesses gave a nod to indicate that he had received the correction. "it seems to me, gucci, that this world will not be kind to you if you stay in it."
he gestured to the wide expanse of snow, stopping to allow his eyes a lingering brush over the coyote woman. she had said nothing. ramesses wished to hear her voice again.
"my queen has a place in her court for such a voice as yours." another baiting smile.