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a queen; denied.

eset whispered and in her voice was the cool lapis of something far beyond her station, a glittering cartouche swinging forth on a pendant and spelling out a hidden name.

eset — yes, and his breath was only caught when he heard the soft sound of her steps in the corridor and saw her shadow bob smaller and then away.

sleep would only come to khusobek before dawn, and until then he would lie frustrated and entranced in his tangled bedclothes; eyes turned to the ceiling; ears remembering every echo of hatshepsuun's voice, which never once had formed the words my pharaoh.