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ramesses did not like uttering her name. a title gave them a polite distance between one another, removed. he royal-blooded and she low-born. he supposed he should cease thinking of her in this way, but he could not. for now.
to placate himself, pharaoh focused upon the heavy accent that cut her words into quarters and caused his ears to strain in understanding. "i mean to be useful, di — aerin," he corrected himself. "i will stay."
as underling, no less!
"your husband, he is the high priest?" ramesses inquired, drawing up another step but no more. these saints were fickle, and he would expect the same of her, a sudden turning or snap.