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"qiao-ihla." ramesses held the name suspended in the air between them. it tasted of warm climes and spices beyond imagined hue; he found his hunger for her as sharp as it had ever been.
but he passed his gaze over her decorations once more, this qiao. "you say you have come to join us." this time pharaoh was lightly suggestive, his eyes lingering upon her fine, pointed face, the set of her jawline, the long ears; the details that made her kind so crushingly desirous to the hawk of akashingo.
"he entertains a boy laid low by injury. the queen is generous with her gifts."
satsu vibrated in the back of his mind. ramesses fought not to glance toward the doorway as if she might suddenly appear —
"in what capacity do you mean to stay here, at the palace?"