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The glare he received from the pharaoh was unexpected. Sayf could feel the look in his heart, a stabbing pain that stole his breath for a moment. As the hebsut entered, he racked his brain for anything he had done that might have angered the pale god. Nothing came to mind. He had done his duties and tended to Akashingo...

The pharaoh turned back to the stones that were laid out in front of him. He mentioned politics, and then Sayf realized Ramesses' mood likely had nothing to do with him.

Sayf stopped somewhere behind the pharaoh and placed the meal down. Then he carefully moved to the other man's side. He touched his nose to the god's pale shoulder. Master, I brought you something to eat. He was hoping to distract him and lighten his mood a little.