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She would, of course, not ignore the summons. How could she? His pack had housed her, fed her, cared for her—albeit under the guise that she was to be wed to some prince. 

Crowfeather was gone, though, and Lilitu went to him wondering if this was an update, of sorts, or another empty promise. She followed whatever messenger, aural or physical, he sent, and when she darkened the door of his chambers, she dipped her head in respectful greeting.

Pharaoh, Lilitu said, taking a couple of steps forward. Her eyes glinted off the slender rays of light. What can I do for you?

More like, 'What can you do for ME?' You know, since I've been stuck here for friggin' days.