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ramesses glittered a great smile. "the queen may yet prove herself. i must see first if she will be able to give me sons."
he flicked his tongue over jawahir's collarbone. "— but if she cannot."
pharaoh chuckled, pulled away. "kasmut wishes this privilege as well. i have told her that it is your decision alone."
the idea of the season to come thrummed inside him. it would be a time of purest indulgence.
"belen. when will she be ready?"