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Melody only allowed her gaze to linger on Senmut a few moments longer. Then she abruptly turned away, furious and embarrassed in equal parts.

She would rest, then. And she would hate every moment of it. Melody would spend a long while thinking about the encounter, and about Senmut, until eventually she realized she hadn't thought of Pharaoh in some time. That was a relief — but one that didn't last long.

Because suddenly she could not stop thinking about the red priest; fixated on his distaste for her, and her own growing need to see some kind of approval from him.