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She didn't! Or if she did, she refused to see it! Tears had welled and now spilled down her cheeks, and she grit her teeth against crying out with a sob, because it sounded so strange to be told an obvious thing. This was what Gucci had implied?!

What does that mean? To lie with? She was not so young to be oblivious, and not yet old enough to have experienced more than a few interested glances from a few men in her life - Senmut maybe, Ramesses more recently; no, she refused to see any of it.

She controls herself enough to suck in a breath and calm herself, forcefully, and cannot make out Jawahir for the shadows. Is that all I am meant for, then? To serve until there is nothing left to give? Why. I've done so much for them, why would they want -- want me, and like that?