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Arsenio did not like the way the man addressed him, but he did not stir from his glassy stare and lightly wavered tail. The Pharaoh believed that it did not matter if the guard was wed, that his betrothed was something that could turn any man. The misthofóros believed this would be an enjoyable opportunity to dissuade him from ever breaching this subject.

Oh, but my wife is not like any woman. Not any in all this world, i kardiá mou His voice exclaimed breathlessly, fevered in weight. Arsenio gazed lovingly toward a figure that did not stand in the room – a fantasy of a woman. I am here to make a good life. I hope to bring her and my daughter to these lands, after they are safe. My child cannot see war, not my sweet Amára. This time, when he looked to Pharaoh, it was with grief and pleading on his face.

The Pharaoh wished to play a game, it seemed.

Yes, I will, yes. I must make sure the lady Satsu is protected and I will visit the king’s court. Maybe when she learns leaves with the dark yearling, ah? Of course, of course…

Arsenio bowed his head like a peasant fool to his gracious king.