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yes, he had expected her to understand, to fall in line. he had not accounted for the fire on each side of her lineage, and that was his own fault. 
ramesses sighed, and the breath from his nostrils was warm; he wanted very much to melt the spires of silver ice that had climbed the terrace of the bridge to one another.
"i did not think you would. i mean only to describe to you the impossibility of what you desire, makono."
and still he guarded the truth of hatshepsuun and his own shame.
"look how much you have already done as princess. what you want is to change Ma'at."
his voice was affectionate. he moved down from his throne. "changing Ma'at is not done. speak to the priests if you want to hear it from them and not from me."
ramesses sought to look down at her now, for their eyes to meet. "your brother speaks highly of you. he says the throne of akashingo is yours by birthright."