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The Pharaoh was a snake in the grass. Arsenio did not take long to come to this conclusion. He could see the flicker in the depths of the man’s eyes. The enormous pride that sat upon the ruler’s shoulders like a collar. What a heavy weight that must be, he thought only to himself. The Greek man did not want to play games with the Pharaoh, not if he could help it. He wanted only to guard the lady Satsu and report his findings to the soldier.

Arsenio giggled daftly at the mention of entering the lady’s bedchamber.

I have a wife and daughter. I have no love in that way for the lady.

It was an easy lie. The Greek looked at the Pharaoh with glassy blue eyes, the slow fall of his lids giving him a faraway expression. Arsenio wished to paint the image that he was nothing more than brawn. A single task assigned to him, that he would fulfill or offer his life for. Nothing else should matter.