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men had died for far less offenses.
ramesses gazed at sihaya for a long series of moments, at how the other had not moved, how he stood dripping even now with droplets tossed from the royal pelt.
it intrigued and titillated pharaoh, though he was no more trusting. sihaya spoke of an oath and loyalty. he had used the chosen title of the queen. ramesses did not wish to wait long for the day when all would speak her proper egyptian titles as well.
"you will take the air with me."
it was not a request. ramesses swept onward with the gilded arrogance of a trueborn king.