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the hallways were grand, punctuated by storerooms and small offshoots. ramesses walked with treva in the direction of his own chambers, the first holding his throne and the second his bed. 
members of the fellahin passed by; he did not nod to them, only exhaled a sigh of pleasure as he and she came to the expanse of his throne-place.
ramesses summoned food and the pine liqueur, which was summarily brought and placed upon the eating mats. 
his eyes were hot upon treva as they were once more left alone. "for what do you hunger most?"