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the sigh caught ramesses' sharp pale ear. "is this what you wish?" he asked. he had not met them, nor was he focused upon birthdates, but it did not appear that kynareth was here present with arlette.
this, the scribe-aspirant felt, implied that the man was not their father. who was? "you are nurse to the royal children, are you not?" came his next pointed inquiry, tone polite but lazuli gaze hard-focused.