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Arsenio would only go to the Pharaoh without the lady queen if she was occupied with one of the other trusted advisors. Even still, he did not believe that leaving the woman alone with someone like the dark medic boy was a wise idea. One foul look and that healer would have run, tail tucked between his limber little legs. If the lady remained in her bedchambers with Tamar and Crowfeather, perhaps. Yes, yes, of course I will. He bobbed his head in agreement.

At the mention of pay, Arsenio felt his paws prickle hungrily.

No, Germanikos did not mention my prize. I hoped it would be admittance for my wife and daughter, a rank in queen Satsu’s guard for myself. It would be the best for my family, you see.

Arsenio’s icy gaze drifted to the Pharaoh’s face. Behind the glassy finish, he studied.