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The woman was curious about him. Curiosities did not lead to anything good, especially when the guard was spending his free time trying to pry his way into the autumn maid’s heart, fool the Pharaoh, and protect a high-profile queen under time of war. Arsenio did not wish to answer her question, only to plod on in miserable silence.

Ah, I am a simple man. I come from a small fisherman’s village where boys did not learn much more than to fight and swim and to grow strong, the Greek told her. His voice was steady, he kept his eyes on the path at their front, but he was careful about the information that was given to the queen. The Roman soldier wanted her protected, claimed that she had no part in this war of fiends, but what was the woman Satsu really like?

War finds many of us, vasílissa Sátsou. I fought in my first war when I was a yearling. I watched my brothers die around me. My second war followed six months after, and the third a year after that. I know very little more than fighting.

When the cold blue of his eyes returned to the slender features of the queen’s face, it was with a hardened glint. Arsenio smiled sharply.

And I am good at what I do.