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tavina's words were quick; her smile more a jerk than a gesture of goodwill. she would not put nala into ramesses' eye; it took one time of interest and he would order her to serve in that way.

the sesh cleared her throat and looked sweetly at her love, then mischievously at gucci. "perhaps if my herbal ways are not your own, love," she said into the gentle face of nala, "our vizier might see fit to have an assistant."

travel, intrigue, politics — a sudden door opened after these grueling months.