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While she had heard of Mereo's arrival, Sokha had yet to meet any one of the soldiers to come. The sandy woman's interest was piqued the moment she had been informed that their commander had called upon her.

The slim figure drew along the corridor leading to her bedchamber. It was there the commander stood, patiently waiting for her. 

With a nod, Sokha dismissed the fellahin before bringing a gaze upward to the man. I greet you, Imperator of Mereo. The title had struck her ear before. She was a keen listener. To what do I owe the pleasure? Quietly sitting, Sokha waited with a calm, settled gaze for the man to speak.