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satsu was drunk. ramesses felt himself sway as well. the morsels were swept away and he passed over them with a single step to support her as she wove and swayed. so the queen would not claim the name of her father. for that pharaoh was grateful.
he felt the heat of her against him. "you will have many titles. queen. nekubi satsu," he murmured. the room pulsed and hummed under his gaze. he wanted to press his mouth against her throat and feel the great vein there, pulsing with all the fierce essence yet untasted.
"but i have already chosen a name for you. Sobekneferu. the beauty of Sobek." ramesses did not caress her, only held them together for a long and unending moment. "He is the god of the waters. no one would dare brave the jaws of Sobek. and he has few choices. you are powerful and yet you do not know that you have are His chosen."
"Nekubi Satsu," he said again, and this time as he had done in the pool pharaoh put his words near her ear, blurred with drink as they both were. "Sobekneferu, She of the Red Sands and the Lotus War, Queen to Akashingo, Beloved of Userma’atre’setepenre, the Morning Star."
all these her names, and more beside.
his lazuli eyes caught her own for a sharpened second.