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ramesses smiled with an open pleasure as crowfeather at last bent the knee to his will.
the boy gave away much with his expressions. the sensation of festering emerald yawned again in pharaoh.
satsu had rejected him. she would lead with him, but it was only his offer of chastity which had swayed her. she felt nothing for him, while he desired her with the ravening hunger of his indulgent flesh. it was an unknown emotion, and one he felt could be swiftly put to rest if only she would concede to him in her bed.
the notion that she had shared anything at all with the gawky young doctor infuriated pharaoh. the boy had the prettiness of youth and the sheen of health to his dark pelt. but he was little more than fellahin while he spurned the royal's offer to serve in his growing court.
what did she see in this stripling that she could not in him? ramesses had far more beauty and power. it was the unknowing which so dragged at him.
germanicus. hearing the roman's name again put a fouler stamp upon the already turned mood. "are you content simply to trail at an auxillary's heels forever?" ramesses asked with honeyed tongue.