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"she is a maid and she is a servant," ramesses retorted dryly. but perhaps if makono looked closer toward her divine father, she might see the relief around his eyes, a relaxing of a tightened expression. he had missed their easier discourses. he had missed how she looked to him for knowledge, and he had lain sick all those weeks to think he had lost her truly.
"it is good you will give her an education and travel. she should gather her own skills to be of greater use as a courtesan. i had intended for you to give her to siptah, as a show of goodwill." he spoke idly of the girl as if she was no more than an object; lilac. that is what makono had said.
"now i think you should prepare to cultivate her as the greatest jewel in your diadem, my daughter."
she is not your sister. she is not your friend. she is your servant.
ramesses would not seek to part them, but the time would come for makono to establish herself as pharaoh. and only pharaoh could lift a fellahin from bondage.