Horemheb smiled at the declaration. “Utchatt,” He repeated, glancing at King Tut thoughtfully. “What a wonderful name to represent a gift from Bastet.”
“I still think I would be happier if 你 were on a platter,” The King chuckled playfully, dropping the cat swiftly. Utchatt began to jog around the court, meowing softly. General Horemheb chuckled, and then caught her before she ran away.
“Since 你 have decided to keep Utchatt, on behalf of me,” Horemheb started, proud of his ability to calm the King and make him keep the cat. “We must prepare a crown for it. It is a sign...
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