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ramesses saw that satsu did not like his gift.
"i thought he could be of entertainment to you and your maids," pharaoh said coolly, rebuffed. he glanced at gucci; the sight of the small animal softened and amused him. "but if not, my queen, if there is no place for him, then i will take him among the fellahin."
the idea was in fact so amusing that ramesses laughed, a rich, cold sound that smoothed his brow and restored his former affection. "wherever he ends up, gucci is our guest. he should be treated. give him a rank, my sweet," he urged, knowing her cunning with names.
he glanced between the two of them, fully enthralled.