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the punchy honesty of fennec's words invigorated her.

horrified her.

equal turns, the duality of makono was a melting pot of gold.

the title of pharaoh fell from the other pale dusted woman's lips and the crown prince could not help the soft sneer upon her features.

his tastes can be fickle.

and her voice became a blunt clip. a serious, somber air wrapped around her like heavy royal furs.

but i am not here on behalf of the pharaoh, imperatrix. i am here for myself, to intertwine my own future as the head of akashingo alongside mereo's own growth.

and her heart became war drums in her ears.