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senmut closed his eyes and felt the tension filter from him.

and still she whispered, and he saw agelessness in the way she nurtured him now, a queen and pharaoh in one. for it was not only a soft touch, it was a command.

"i love you, prince. i always will." senmut's voice did not tremble, though he was awed by how easily she summoned the words from his throat. "i want to serve you as high priest. i want to make the sacrifices at your coronation."

senmut, her second subject, senmut, as loyal as nazli and with the power of Amun coursing in his veins. 

tears now, in silent worship.