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Senmut had been right to worry, and now that the word was spoken Nazli thought of the trinket he had gifted her, and warmed to it. She hid her feeling from her face before the crown prince, and instead became her usual yammering, shy self.

If you wish it, of course! I serve you, divine one. Her head was bowed again. There was no fighting against the will of the divine and Nazli was not about to start rebelling now, especially when it was her dear friend who asked.

I am your eyes and ears, always.