12/13/2025, 12:38 AM
ashait is no politician, and less a soldier. she knows this.
and she is no creature of royal blood.
but in the serving of it, she knows that to have Ra's favor is a dangerous thing indeed. to be so beloved by a God makes fools of men. their Chosen brash and reckless, so assured of their immortality they forget that to become Pharaoh means another of their blood must die. to become Pharaoh means the eyes of a people are upon you, searching for weakness, for weakness in Pharaoh is weakness in the Kingdom, and it is a delicate hand to marry strength with wisdom.
it has been the way for hundreds of years. but she does not think the young Goddess will be this way. it is more often men that are fools, in the way of this Emperor, to dismiss both blade and shield so readily.
the Emperor's woman- concubine, she thinks, for it is the way of such men to keep many to hand and dismiss each as no more than womb to be filled- has wisdom that better befits his title. a shame.
"he will learn, or he will die." ashait hisses. "it would please me to teach this lesson. but i think young Satiset would disapprove."
such is the purview of children. the cruelties of men will hone their sharp edge in time.
"but come, nakhtmin-" her expression is near a smile, a teasing flash of fang. "what brings you here this night? patrol, or the desire to cross blades with them yourself?"
and she is no creature of royal blood.
but in the serving of it, she knows that to have Ra's favor is a dangerous thing indeed. to be so beloved by a God makes fools of men. their Chosen brash and reckless, so assured of their immortality they forget that to become Pharaoh means another of their blood must die. to become Pharaoh means the eyes of a people are upon you, searching for weakness, for weakness in Pharaoh is weakness in the Kingdom, and it is a delicate hand to marry strength with wisdom.
it has been the way for hundreds of years. but she does not think the young Goddess will be this way. it is more often men that are fools, in the way of this Emperor, to dismiss both blade and shield so readily.
the Emperor's woman- concubine, she thinks, for it is the way of such men to keep many to hand and dismiss each as no more than womb to be filled- has wisdom that better befits his title. a shame.
"he will learn, or he will die." ashait hisses. "it would please me to teach this lesson. but i think young Satiset would disapprove."
such is the purview of children. the cruelties of men will hone their sharp edge in time.
"but come, nakhtmin-" her expression is near a smile, a teasing flash of fang. "what brings you here this night? patrol, or the desire to cross blades with them yourself?"