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There was silence for a few moments, and she wondered why he had asked for her to be brought here if they were not going to talk. She wondered how different her father's interactions with Siptah were. Jealousy gripped her heart, intense and unfamiliar. 

But he did finally speak and it was to ask about her, about what she liked to do. I like singing, she told him. She had only just realized this recently. She was good at it too, and so she liked to play in the pretty flowers and sing songs to herself to pass the time—when she wasn't learning, of course. 

Can you sing? she asked softly, her expression curious as she continued to gaze up at her intimidating sire.