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Bah, was a noise made just to assure Sayf that it was fine. There was no need for apologies between them. After all, I am just a servant the same as you, Sayf. You are not for me to use.

Arsenio did not like that any of them were used like playthings. It felt degrading, even from the perspective of a watcher. Besides, he was used just as much as they were. His back had begun to ache from the hours posted outside the queen’s door. She had been more active before the wedding. He wondered if she had settled down because she was planning a family with the Pharaoh.

Sayf pulled the man from his thoughts with a question. He wished to know the meaning of filos.

Ah, the Greek said with a thoughtful glance toward the other. It is ah… friend.