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he mocked her. tamar continued to burn within herself, though she made herself show a calm that was not felt inside. the look of the moon soothed her against the abrasion of arsenio's presence.

"i do not look at men." no, she was satsu's servant, through and through. the delicate royal woman did not stint upon her commands. and tamar knew the look of the blackfurred doctor. "that is the royal physician. crowfeather." did he know nothing?

"they study." she had once observed them sitting together but with none of the looming lust in pharaoh's eyes. she had never been to the stone apartments kept by pharaoh. only the doctor visited there, and in the evenings, jawahir or her pretty companion. or both of them.

"the queen and pharaoh are not yet married." tamar spoke openly, knowing her words would keep arsenio's questions at bay. "she is only in the company of women until then. but the medic treats both she and pharaoh." the pale honey of her eyes had traveled to the guard. she meant to slight him by leaving him from mention in satsu's retinue.