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suddenly, she wished to cry.

burst into tears and roll over. a pitiful thought she did not act on. instead she did as tavina had informed her to do.

she bowed, low and deep, the feathery wisp of her tail a banner to this act. a position held for a moment as she dared to speak. once more only at the instructions of what tavina had said.

thank you for your grace, pharaoh.

when she straightened herself, she could not bring herself to look at the lapis gazes that lingered upon her. not even the kind queen!