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This was all Sayf really wanted from the pale god—to melt under his affection and give the same in return. Ranks and duty mattered but they paled in comparison to his need to worship his master. 

But, he was still honored to be given a higher rank. Ramesses was pleased with his loyalty and obedience—guilt swelled inside the fellahin's heart as he thought of his deepest secret, the fact that he favored the giant over his master. He didn't even like to think about it in the pharaoh's presence, afraid he might see the truth on his face. 

Sayf buried his face into the pale chest as he spoke. Thank you, pharaoh, he said first. I am honored. He truly was. It was like he needed the pharaoh's approval in the same way he needed food or water.