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ramesses held tight to every vibrant memory he possessed of satsu.
in his mind he tied them tight into a mental portrait of her.
he remembered her laughter.
he remembered her scent.
his remembrances were disturbed by tavina. he looked balefully at her, scarcely hearing the introduction.
a princess. she seized his attention at once and he motioned that she should come closer, to the foot of his throne.
her loveliness was pure as driven icewater. he feasted funeral-starved eyes.