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for a moment she grew tense.

she wondered if somehow the words may leave here, but had her father not suggested this very thing? to go and speak to the priests?

the bond felt withered.

i cannot be pharaoh of akashingo. she told him finally, voice still a hoarse whisper.

i cannot feasibly be queen of akashingo without a pharaoh either. she wished to cry once more but no tears would come to her. even if she wished for them to.

tell me, hem, please. is to expect anything else to try and change Ma'at? does this land not have what i wish?