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The maid did not cower from him. She blinked and then her pale brown eyes drifted to his face. Beneath her hardened resolve was a sadness Arsenio had not prepared to feel. 

Jawahir was a person of great interest, then. A wolf who carried tributes back to their ruler. The Greek thought it odd that there had come a passing decision to relinquish the autumn woman to Satsu. Then again, perhaps the Pharaoh had enough women to choose from. 

Do not be so sure. I believe you have much to offer, Tamar. Only when he spoke her name did his gaze shift from her features. 

Arsenio returned to where he had stood guard before. He waited to see if the maid would leave or remain in waiting for the queen.