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the princess poured out her heart.

she envied. she had done much for akashingo. she was beyond her young life. and yet she would not be handed the scepter to the kingdom.

senmut knew he must tread softly now. he shook his head. "none of your desires could be immoral. it is — right, to command that which you deserve, divine one." the hem's voice was earnest; his gaze moreso, forgetting only for a second that she was royal and he a servant.

"she could not find you without fault. you must only continue to prove to pharaoh that it must be you. that you alone can change Ma'at."