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crowfeather was so very sad and yet he was so very handsome. the gloss of pain and snap of anger in his golden eyes brought her heart to a gallop. under a sudden rush of jealousy belen wondered if he had lain with sayyadina, who had been assigned to serve him since he had been brought to these rooms. but then he was speaking of what he did not like, and this included pharaoh. she did not know what to think. how could anyone not like pharaoh? the way he had made her to feel — belen kept herself close, her eyes trained upon the prince. she was closer still, close enough to see the way his mouth formed his frustrated words. "who do you miss?"