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peacock preening under her desirous glance;
"the priestess qiao intends to begin trade with our ally, mereo. it might be of benefit to me were you able to see that her loyalty cannot be bought by those soldiers."
did she know of mereo? he would tell her; ramesses, winding closer and serpentine, the cobra upon his own brow.
my pharaoh
"careful, treva. if you please my ears i may not allow you to leave these rooms for a while."