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ramesses glittered.
"the shy girl i once met is gone. now you meet my designs with your own." his eyes told her that he saw her as queen, as worthy of him.
pharaoh looked at the way her shoulders were damp with water, how languid she was beneath it. "intriguing that it was nyra who ultimately granted what was wished," ramesses rejoined, slipping closer to satsu beneath the guise of his own low-pitched voice.
she was beautiful.
jawahir had brought him a new gemstone, one with luscious hips — and yet he stirred only for the royalty at his side, to the expense of all else. "it is important to me that we plot such things as these together. always."