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“King.”

The divine consort looked down, appraising the dog with hot yellow eyes. A jester of Akashingo was a finer rank than a mutt like this could ever hope to earn.

He released her jaw then, turning abruptly for the shadowed entranceway at his back, his long stride leaving deep impressions in the sand.

“Come, dog.” He called out over his shoulder without pause. The guardsmen waited for her to get a move on before following suit.