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she fought him! over some slave girl she grew cold and taut and withdrawn. ramesses knew it was more than this, but he had relented in the end to as much a degree as he could.
it no longer mattered where he had meant nazli. now he saw the dangerous stiff-necked nature that makono had gathered in mereo, and now inside him lit a fire that said she collected a council meant to be his undoing.
those loyal to her, however, still belonged to him. and he would take nazli from her as he had said, though he would uphold his final proclamation to makono.
and in that same stubbornness which went unrecognized by ramesses, he relinquished his hawk-in-the-nest. "go." he would not order her to court the following day, only expect that she would be there as his heir.
he turned back toward his throne as she departed the room, eyes closed in an angered prayer to Amun.
already so much had changed for makono! why did she seek to break the tradition of hierarchy now?
ramesses fell into a bleak humor.