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in truth satsu had not thought of much beyond the war, crowfeather's injuries, or whether ramesses would come back to her.

all this time spent surrounded by servants and she had little to show for it. vows? they were not so odd for a wedding; but she did not think of herself as a wordsmith the way ramesses could be, and still hid from her own feelings on the subject of their coming marriage.

of course. she answered quickly, her smile growing a touch.

if i told you now, what would be the point of them? you must wait for the feast. easy lies, bashful cheeks. alone with him now, in her little room of all places.

soon she would be abandoning it all. his precious throne room - his place of love-making and personal joy - would be for her too.