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ramesses enjoyed her name for him; it shone in a flash of his lazuli eyes.
but then they grew hard as the stones beneath the waters of the serpent. "the roman has turned the prince's head. i am not surprised. but to be pharaoh is to be loyal to whomsoever sits upon the throne. and that is me."
did she now understand?
ramesses gathered himself. "i have business elsewhere. welcome back, lady qiao." he stepped grandly from his throne and departed, moving in thought toward the place of priests.
pharaoh ached to see siptah again.