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surprise coursed the boy-king as kynareth spoke, rattled with a dry disdain for what nyra had chosen. while his face remained downturned, inwardly glee was replacing blood within his veins. it had been a wise gambit, mentioning the scarred little slave.
there was not time to speak again before the aforementioned overseer, fat with her children, arrived among them.
glee turned to abject euphoria as she granted him an apology.
at last ramesses lifted his head. while he was mindful that both his leaders stood before him, and the pale woman liable to show teeth again, as she had done twice in his time with the saints, his inner thought was mollified.
"i am of far greater service to you than as a servant, divine ones," ramesses said softly. "before i came to you, i lived in yuelong. i am willing to tell what knowledge i was granted there — in exchange for something more than underling."
pharaoh stood fast. kynareth and nyra had come to odds over him, and he meant to wield this. but they also worked as one entity, and this might end with his death or yet another exile.
Amun was silent.