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"good," pharaoh declared. his eyes were bright with indulgence, and for a short while he only watched satsu .
she seemed weighed by many things, but ramesses did not ask after them. his was a hierarchy in all things. he and she had their own aims and desires, and he saw fit to expect satsu her own thoughts.
"i spoke with crowfeather myself," pharaoh hummed. he reclined upon one pristine elbow and traced his eyes over satsu's regal coolness. "i told him to take the soldier to bed."
he grinned regardless of whether or not her countenance shifted. "what a little intrigue we have, queen ascendant."