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This Pharaoh, he is a wolf? and he serves you? It wasn't disbelief that painted his tone, but curiosity. How had she managed something that he never thought possible. All that time he had wished, but it had never seemed obtainable. 

Free. They were free? He was too afraid to believe it. He crossed over to Jawahir and nipped at the side of her neck in greeting. I trust you, he offered. But never them. How could he when the wariness was branded into his soul.