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we should throw a party, the queen thought aloud, wrapped as she was within her husband's embrace.

he likely had more immediate desires. satsu sighed against him, searching herself for that same physical need that had possessed her weeks ago - and found it lacking. she found instead a great warmth for ramesses that flickered candle strong, unlike the pyre that had consumed her.

perhaps choose a new jodai and celebrate their advancement. i do not want to think about what was lost. a small frown tugged at her features.