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a throne room made for a woman.

but it was a girl who sat in it now, lazily shaded by fronds. the reek of royalty was all around her.

the priest announced him, gave his titles, his relation to the family across the sea. "i was overseer of pharaoh's guard there, though i am also able to efficiently direct fellahin as well."

as khusobek spoke, he was thinking of hatshepsuun, of her regal mouth and striking eyes, how he had been snared by her serpent's body and given all, only to be cast off once wrung out.

"use me as you will, divine one."

he said no more.