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tavina enjoyed gucci very much. this showed in the pleasant ease of her face as he drawled on, the heavy accent marking his words into honey. "come on then," tavina told him.

keeping her pace measured, the sesh turned toward gucci once more. "well. he's a prince here because he was a prince to his people. whoever he came from before, i mean. pharaoh said it would be best if he was treated like one here too."

they rounded a corner. "i agree about his recovery. he is so sulky much of the time. i think having you close would help that. along with fresh air and new things to look at." tavina paused. "has the prince — have you seen him show any interest in the fellahin?"