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ramesses did not respond immediately. he had seen her eyes hover upon the berries, and with a flourish lowered his muzzle to sweep them closer.
"forgetting one's servants is a fitting mark of royalty." it was the sort of praise only he might give, and his own mouth welcomed satsu to the upper echelon of power in akashingo.
his generals. "i have one oaf. one madman. one physician who does not wish to be here. and the imperator, who i have recently named royal chief tactician to akashingo, loathes me. our fathers hated one another, and their fathers before them."
ramesses laughed softly. "it has been enjoyable. unpredictable." pharaoh's appetite never faltered, and he slowly cut a piece of meat between his incisors.
"you understand that to keep up our ruse, you must welcome me to your rooms, and come to mine."
how salacious even the maintaining of a chaste marriage. ramesses wondered how long satsu might guard herself after the wedding.