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a testy little servant. ramesses' features were swiftly rearranged into an expression of pouting finery; he stepped past the untrained strumpet with a sharp sigh, glancing back along his shoulder. "are you with our overseer?" he asked gently, turning back with a wondering eye.
he felt the pressure of another gaze upon them, but did not react. "is that your child as well?" there had been no other reason for the pale warrior to have a man so close outside of kynareth that day, and yet —
no accounting for taste. pharaoh knew who the other was, or assumed to be. "which part is wolf?" he asked archly, turning, lifting a cruel brow.