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surprise.
ramesses had not expected more from the priestess save for her gentle, courtly scorn — he had set them apart a great rift the first day, with his talk of slaves. and while pharaoh's heart had not relented, it was also dishonest, and ignored the peace that had settled within his rancorous heart during this sharing.
pharaoh in the absence of judgement, almost priestly in gold-drop humility.
he parsed the lilt of her words to hear his dismissal, polite though it was, and found that he was rather reluctant. he would have liked to tell her of Mut and Nu, stories of the first ones who had come to his people. not for nothing was ramesses familiar with the ways of an elegant, formal dance.
"thank you for your time today, priestess," the man said, lowering his head. she spoke of her husband, and it clawed at ramesses with ire. he meant no meeting with some barbaric man who kept consort with — he supposed aerin was slave no longer, and flicked his lapis gaze for a second's time to the palestone set of her own, how the downy streamfall of her ears framed the otherwordly lyric of the woman's features.
ramesses did not correct his use of her title. "i will seek him."
another bow, and he turned to move off, back proud for as long as he was within sight of the scrutinizing gaze.