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Pharaoh was as they whispered among one another—as beautiful within her soul as she was to look upon. She settled herself delicately before the great one, the proffered food taken with pleasant surprise and a soft hum of gratitude, though the question that drew from Toula’s lips left a certain dryness to her throat as she swallowed.

“A mother, no,” she offered, a wisp of a smile placing at the corner of her lips. “But I have always loved children and found it one of the more delightful and amusing tasks when placed to look after them,” she ventured to share as her glacier eyes lifted shyly to grace Pharaoh’s features.