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Crowfeather's reaction confounded him. All the words Ramesses spoke were good and promising. Why the apprehension? Why such confusion? The little man looked between the pair, catching his charge's look, then turning to Pharaoh Ramesses, hoping their beautiful superior would offer words of reassurance, would make Gucci understand why it was that the dark didn't enthusiastically leap at this offer.

Again, his words seemed to promise only good things. Power! Wealth! A beautiful, well-speaking woman to be with him even when the chihuahua couldn't! 

But still, that look Crowfeather gave him... he simply had to interject.

"Um, Pharaoh, apologies, but what if Crawfeather doesn't want t' marry...? Or, well, if he's nawt intrasted in a wife, specifically?" 

Surely, the ruler had simply failed to consider the possibility of the other neb declining.