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tavina lay down alongside him, chest welling with a reflection of his own agony. had it been love, he and maegi? the sesh had seen no evidence of that, but gucci felt his sensations so deeply it would not have surprised her.

he wept.

"oh, gucci," she said, letting go of the formal for the present. "they still are." a marriage or not, the noble had meant to adopt them. why would he be withheld from that.

"speak with pharaoh. he named you their father before akashingo, remember."