i had figured you for a princess, said pharaoh lightly, pleased that he had been correct, though i had not guessed at your rarity. he learned three things of pollux in these seconds alone; first was that she was diplomatic, and secondly was that he sensed now very little escaped her tawny eyes. the third was close to his own sentiment, a pride to rival that of his officials, and he approved. no one is on named basis with a god, which is what i am to satriya. titles are very important to us, each soul sorted into their fitted role. a rhyme, one he had not meant to make.
while policy dictated that khaemwaset communicate with direct leadership, he was a man moved by blood and by lineage. pollux was a princess, and so sharing words with her did not feel that it would be less than appropriate for their aims. why do we not make a game of it? he said at last. ask me a question, amiirad.
pharaoh's golden eyes danced with curiosity, with light challenge.