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ramesses saw the error of his words almost as soon as he had released them.
in smooth strides he crossed the room as if to comfort satsu, only to halt with a jerking step. jawahir's scent clung to each inch of his frame, and the queen had spoken of bathing as a requirement to be within her presence.
this was the price for barging in upon him he supposed — pharaoh would not apologize for it.
"i was." calm had been restored to him. her tears made him uncomfortable and craving in a way he did not understand. 
"what is your plan, my queen?" ramesses asked, seeking to turn them both onto a steadier path.