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she looked gratefully toward the man Naberius, requesting he join her; surrounded then by Mazoi and a few attendants, Toula moved from her royal chambers to meet them. she would not invite any in during the days of war, but meet with them herself when needed.
her eyes were bright as they beheld who it was that waited. two strangers, but one familiar and much welcomed face. it was difficult to hide her girlish excitement, and what she could not withhold veritably beamed out from her gemstone gaze. 
Toula was introduced and announced, title and all, to those present. but her eyes were for Germanicus! he was greyer than she remembered, though that was all that had changed for her. 
he had always been a friend to her, and to her father the once Pharaoh (unknowing of certain terrible things)—oh! imperator! welcome! she greeted.
thank you, Hem, for greeting our guests—though these two, I do not know! but any friend to you is surely a friend to me, unaware, too, of the hatred others bore for their lands. Toula, though, remained relatively careful—in times of war, she was advised she must be! to what do I owe the pleasure? she asked, ever happy.