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ramesses chuckled. "eventually she will return to court. for now satsu is indisposed." he would not elaborate unless treva asked, though his mind engendered fine thoughts about siptah and his promise. the dark-blue of his eyes roved hungrily over her features.
"what sort of diversion do you seek?" ramesses asked, though he shifted now with a look toward his throne — and the room beyond.
"you are not a servant here. i wish to see you fulfilled."