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senmut outstretched his arm for her then, drawing makono back if she did not resist into the piled plush of her deceased father's bed.

"i will be whatever you wish, divine one," he said in soft reverence.

"but even pharaoh must sleep. and i shall be your company while you do."

senmut knew he must stay awake, if only to see her exhausted lashes close for a handful of hours.