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Care?

Kasmut smile to him, and her eyelashes fluttered. She pulled her muzzle away from his proximity, aiming it for the ground and her paws. The Pharaoh was a coy man, so sharp and dangerous with his tongue. She could feel it in his words, in the very tone that filled the room they occupied.

It is your gaze I care for, your tongue, your kisses upon my flesh, she breathed huskily to him.

The very idea of your body upon mine is a blessing from the Gods, just as you are to Akashingo.

When Kasmut returned her eyes to him, it was with chilling understanding. What did a Fellahin care for the order of a Pharaoh? It was all she cared for; all she would desire. His order could make her a queen.