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Whether they wanted the milk or not, Jawahir made sure their mouths were full and their noises ceased for a time. The twinkling sound of metal ceased eventually, and they turned their attention to the corridor when the voice rang out; to which they murmured, Shhhh... as sweetly as they could, opposite to how they felt.

Come, come. They are almost full and they will be sleeping soon. And to Jawahir they were both not much to look at. Pale in a sickly way, in the hebsut's eye. Larger than the two bastards that spawned from their own body — they looked more like pharaoh than Nazli or Zakariya and for that Jawahir felt a spike of jealousy.

This was stowed deep in their heart.