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There could only be one who would follow in the steps of his father.

Kasmut did not worry over this. She knew that if there were to be children born in Akashingo, they would be beautiful, and they could learn to become anything Ramesses desired them to be. It was this that sat so appealingly inside of her.

When the Pharaoh spoke again, it was to ask her if she would be pleased to serve him. The words he spoke suggested that her sons and daughters would be nothing more than soldiers, tools for him to use at his whim. Kasmut had never truly cared for children. The pale flower would not have turned her head if Ramesses decided to pluck each of her whelps up and rip them to pieces.

No, my Pharaoh…

The fleshy pink of her eyes danced across his face.

They would be the sons and daughters of Pharaoh Ramesses.

Kasmut could not help but to smile upon him.

There could be no greater purpose.