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Why?

Arsenio’s head tilted curiously.

Because it is so, because it is how I feel, he answered her firmly, fixed upon the warmth in her eyes. Why else? Why do you ask?

Why was he so frustrated? The mercenary did not want to start these conversations with Tamar. He wanted to bask in her presence. He wanted to dote upon her tirelessly until she felt worthy of all things in the world. If he could have gifted her half of the Pharaoh’s pretension, he would not have hesitated.

Arsenio did not wish to give her the answer that had sprung to his lips.

That she would have looked lovely beside the waters, mist in the air, sand beneath their paws. Why did he speak of those things? Because he did not think he could remain in Akashingo forever.