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The pale desert flower carried a prize in her mouth. It was a prize that she had decided was only for the Pharaoh.

Kasmut walked daintily toward his throne room. Her coral gaze passed along two other Fellahin. The sharpness of their features captivated her. The woman had found that she did not care much for the others who occupied the rank. She enjoyed her time with the Pharaoh, enjoyed the moments that she had spent with the handsome Mazoi named Kai, and she had grown fond of her time alone. All of these things were surprising to the diamond of the redstone.

Sabah el kher, Pharaoh.

Kasmut placed the plump body of an otter upon the ground. The sweetness of its blood was upon her lips. She smiled serenely to him, feeling bashful in the presence of such greatness.