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ramesses' eyes suddenly glowed with a lascivious light. "in the best ways possible." he was vague, not again moving. theirs was a delicate dance; she had called him king but he could not yet call her lover. the courtship, the steps, the dance; all a means to pharaoh's favorite pastime.
treva had demanded his worship.
sokha asked his education.
"in akashingo you would have your choice of rooms and duties, along with servants to attend you. this in return for your company at my side when i wish it."
his lips glinted with a half-hidden smile. few resisted wealth.