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when he arrived, she had her mind elsewhere.

sitting at the far end of where he bathed himself, satsu's attention was skyward as she followed a gossamer cloud as the wind tugged it to pieces. she thought of many things at once, not taking heed of the way he swaggered towards her.

he placed some small bauble near to her and spoke. it was the civility of his tone that drew her from her thoughts; so often was pharaoh distracted by the flavor of the week or busy stroking at his own ego, that this subdued version was out of place.

she looked down and pulled the object closer with some care; watching the way the light played across it. when finally their eyes met, she saw only warmth. that faint half smile, now tempered by the same calm as his voice.

you have your women. what could you possibly need a queen for.each of them more willing than the next to fulfill his every whim.