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A little Bonus-Scene for my lovers of domestic bliss 💕💕💕

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        The actions of the Pharaoh do not go unnoticed. Coal eyes divert their gaze, reluctantly accepting ( a momentary ) defeat and choosing instead to bore into the plate of food that lay before them -- as if to tear a whole through both metal and finely crafted wood out of spite.  Meanwhile, eyes a brighter blue than midday’s sky turn their attention from current festivities to stare at her most beloved husband. Though the Queen always welcomed the impeccable softness of his lips upon her skin, she had not known him to be one for public displays of affection. Especially when surrounded by so many -- a good number of which were foreign dignitaries. 

        It is then, with a curious tilt of her head, that she opens her mouth to speak, prepared to seek the reason for such unexpected behavior -- - but the answer comes before she can even give voice to the question. 

        Whatever had their honored guest done to incite such vexation? Kisara pondered her husband’s words for a moment before her gaze found its way to the subject of the conversation. Those unmistakable eyes had once more set their sights upon the Queen, but this time -- every so often -- they would dart towards the one sitting so close beside her, narrowing ever so slightly as they did so. 

                                                Ah, so that was why.

        ❛   He is baiting you,   ❜     the Queen finally speaks, her own eyes falling shut as she expels a breath that far too closely resembles a most exasperated sigh. ( Honestly. The pride of men could be such a troublesome quality at times. )     ❛   To recognize such behavior with action of any kind would only be playing into his desire for a challenge. My Pharaoh needn’t waste his time nor his breath on such childish provocation.   ❜     As she continues, her voice is barely above a whisper and her tone gentle, but the expression that accompanies such words is one her husband should be quite familiar with thus far into their marriage -- one that leaves little room for argument. 

        Never one to condone unnecessary fighting, Kisara moves to quell the aggravation that swells within his veins with a gentle, albeit discreet, touch of her hand upon his thigh.