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✫ 𝒢𝑜𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝐼𝓈𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒, blessing sore eyes with her grace and dignity. It is natural they they worship her this way; her bodice is a map of Egypt and her beryl hair embodies the Nile. She is the closest these commoners have to witnessing the grand motherland. Still, there’s a spark that’s kindling within her bosom -- one of mild agitation and protective instincts. Nitocris would never dare utter contemptible intimacies before the goddess, but deep down, she was regarded to as a sister. After all, are Horus and Isis not brethren by nature? These sentiments cannot be helped.
“Pharaoh Cleopatra. It brings me great warmth to see you safe and sound! I am nearly too humbled to be in your presence, but I cannot contain my joy.” Compassion warms her very tone, but it soon alludes to worry. “...This city has not done you any ill, has it?”
