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the courtesan waited in the dark for sign of the sun, knowing he would seek out his shabti and growing bitter because of it. gone were the days where jawahir was his favored one, they felt. it was simpler when he was beneath the rule of the saints rather than fighting against them, they thought; at least in those days jawahir held his full attention.

yet they would be there to attend him, as was their role. swiftly they went to the alcove where sayyadina rested, to collect them. come now, he asks for you. jawahir had said to her, being more curt than necessary, their mood a touch foul.

when they arrived it was with serpentine movements and overt displays for pharaoh. so easy to assume this character because it was so close to jawahir's truth; adoration beamed from them, and at their heel moseyed the new addition.