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specialist. it had a far easier ring to it than underling, which ramesses knew to be an ugly, terrible word. not at all reflective of who he was. beneath kynareth's new smile, pharaoh found a new footing. slave no longer, and valuable to the grandmaster.
an earlier version of himself might have chafed to be so eager for the man's favour, but ramesses had grown more patient. more cunning. more willing to wait. more willing to bide his time.
"perhaps i can be of more use to you again, noble one," he commented gently, at last his own smile breaking through the cool stoicism of his face.