Lion Head Mesa myrrh

Sayf could hear the begging beneath the command; the sound of it squeezed his heart. He wondered what could have put the pharaoh in such a mood. He thought it was likely his queen. Sayf had heard and seen things to suggest as much. 

None of that mattered right now. He wanted nothing more than to help the pharaoh forget all the troubles of his mind. It was what he was good at. 

Whatever his master requested of them would be his. Here, he would never be denied.