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she insisted, this fragile divine creature who commanded an entire kingdom alone.

khusobek wanted nothing from her, nothing of her riches, nothing that might bind him to her or to akashingo. there was only one he wanted, desired above all else, and she had thrown him aside.

bitterly, he outstretched his paw and grabbed some polished trinket or another, a piece of jewelry with a small red stone which he hurriedly laced into the fur along his throat.

"where might i take you first, Godwife?" khusobek grunted, keeping his eyes averted.