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Ash Paw was uncertain the words of Crowfeather and Silvertongue ringing in her head, but that had been undwr the tutelage of the former Pharaoh, perhaps this one was different.

A small smile, ease of her shoulders and she glanced down at her belly.

She dipped her muzzle in gratitude.

It would be an honor, pharaoh. Thank you.

Ash Paw would move into an easier position one that was easier on her back and sides, though certain to keep her head down. She didn't know much of pharaohs but she did know they were said to be born of the divine.