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sayf's adoration was clear. for a moment ramesses allowed himself to be enveloped and kissed, worshipped, returning the gestures with the same breathless fervency. 
as if he was not a god.
as if the man was not a fellahin.
when at last they parted, pharaoh's eyes were filled with something knowing and unknowable. "join jawahir as hebsut. you have earned it. with this comes your own rank. your own power." he smiled gently. "long have you been faithful, sayf. it does not go unseen."