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the very idea of putting himself forward as storyteller to children revolted pharaoh. he sought to hide the shift in his expression with a dip of his head and a respectful nod.
the scarred little priestess had told him to seek out her husband. this scarred matron now said to speak of stories. ramesses wanted to do neither, but saw only danger in his future if he did not comply.
"i am afraid i do not have so many tales fit for children," the godhead said with a feigned regret. "they are often stories of blood."