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"i know it, mighty one."

he thought of nazli, how he had wanted to marry her. how he still wished this, despite her new coolness and new assignments, how wildly he loved both she and the crown prince for so vastly different reasons.

senmut hated to part from her, to pull his crown from her own, and yet he tactfully stepped back lest a wandering eye spot them there. once more he was we'eb and she the heir of akashingo, and a great space separated them though they still stood so close.

"i want only to serve you, and if the Gods will it, to grow old in your service, to see your descendants inherit the Horus Throne." his voice shook with love and with determination; he would see these things even if directly after he breathed his last.