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It was only a matter of time before the Pharaoh summoned him. Arsenio was not a fool. He knew better than to expect that he could skirt beneath the ruler’s nose, following his betrothed. It was enough to make any possessive man wild with jealousy.

When the man’s voice called to him, the Greek made certain that Satsu was with a trusted body before answering the command. He trudged through the woman’s home until he found the figure of the Pharaoh, his deep lapis gaze glittered like a jewel hidden in the sand. The sharpness of the ruler’s features captivated the guard until he had drawn closer.

Arsenio blinked stupidly at the Pharaoh, one eyelid falling slower than the other. He let his jaw slack slightly and waved his tail. An imbecile with one purpose, it was all he wanted for the other man to believe.