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Like a reaper, the man appeared as a shadow against the pale blue skies. 

Siatum might have taken offense to the prince’s words. Sunset eyes watched the familiar curl of Rashepses’ lips, the marvellous glint of mischief in his soul-brother’s golden gaze. The princeguard was stoic and his features did not betray him so easily. 

Hmm, grunted the bass of his voice. 

I had thought your faith to be stronger than that, prince of the riverlands. 

Only then did the guard allow his dark lips to curl into a knowing smile. Siatum lowered his head and waited to be permitted into the new land.