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oh, she was indeed mesmerizing. ramesses did not think he had ever seen eyes such as the ones worn by this lilitu. when she put her crown to one side he was reminded of jawahir's words outside this very room.
for a long and brazen moment he locked stare with the brecheliant woman sent to be akashingo's first princess. he thoroughly considered her as a consort.
but it would not bode well if eljay and teya had given their blessing for her to come and be royalty, only to find that she was in the embrace of ramesses.
"the last i saw ursus, they were in violent pursuit of some abominable wolf called nyra. i have not seen them since. but akashingo's reach is great." germanicus would know where the bear heathens lurked.
he sat back in his throne. pharaoh was easily beguiled but his true adoration lay with the political dance. "you have spoken with jawahir." an observation. he said no more, only bid her speak with a lazuli flash of his gaze.