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There was a part of him that was disappointed not to be sent to fetch the autumn maid. The Greek could just picture the look on the woman’s face as he strolled into approach and beckoned her to follow him back to the queen. Tamar could not have avoided him then, perhaps.

Satsu made a different choice. The lady queen stated that Arsenio could walk with her. This surprised him, only because the woman had seemed quite disinterested in his presence after learning that she did not have much of a say regarding where he went. The misthofóros had been mindful to remain just in the edge of her gaze, quiet and watchful, but unobtrusive.

Very well, whenever you are ready, the auburn wolf agreed with a small nod. Arsenio stretched his torso and legs outward, feeling the pull of his muscles beneath his coat. It would be good to walk with Satsu for a while. Arsenio had begun to fear that he might grow fat in Akashingo.