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"poetry, so far from a court?" ramesses meant to mock, though perhaps the winterpall extended to the voice emanating from his chest as well. he surveyed her two-toned gaze, thankful that both his eyes had taken the same hue. whatever malevolent little ba had changed her gaze would stay far from pharaoh.
"come. dine with me." the magnanimous gesture of a regent inviting a dignitary to brunch, though even ramesses was not so delusional as to believe this frozen stone a palace, the snow between them a royal carpet. 
a sardonic light entered his stare. "please."