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born as servants.
it appealed to pharaoh on the baseline level of innate superiority that sayf seemed to revel in his place below the lord.
it was what maggie would have called him.
he did not want to think of her now, and his arms tightened around the jewel with the lidded sunlight eyes.
"it is desirable that you commit yourself so fully to me," ramesses breathed. "you are finely crafted, and i worship beauty." the lazuli eyes were heated and smiling.