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she approached, ramesses backed away, alabaster legs and their gilding carrying him deeper into akashingo.
was nyra so intent upon her bloodshed that she would allow herself into the unknown heart of their territory? pharaoh was pleased enough to dance with her until this was found out. she drew close, and he pulled himself from the range of her teeth, uncaring if the brute thought him cowardly.
maggie and jawahir watched these corridors.
"we have powerful allies now," he lied, though it was upon the assumption that the feast days of his marriage to satsu would make this a truth. "and all know your name, that of the saints, and are gathered against you. they know you have gone to war against ursus, and when they know that the grandmaster is gone, you may find yourself in another battle. the world is tired of you, nyra."
kynareth was gone. nyra had not said the man was dead.
"if you cut me down, i need only wave my ear and a message will be carried by a soldier: to eliminate the rest of the vermin who followed a madman."
"my proposal is that you keep yourself from my borders except to visit as an emissary. the information you wish will be paid for, as if you were any other."
the lapis eyes were hard.
"kynareth was clouded by pleasure and violence. why would his second be any less?"