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ramesses sighed. he had missed sayf's expression, wallowing as he was. "perhaps i should eat." 
but in the next it was not the meal for which he came, it was the hebsut himself; pharaoh drew him close, suddenly coarsened with lust and desirous, not only for sayf and his adoration, but for the utterance of the word master and the promise of skill to drown out the loud insistences of his royal position.

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after, they lay back. they dined. "now that siptah is here, my task is to plan out his life for him, as my father did for me." ramesses was restored, and it showed in the proud glow of his lazuli gaze.