Chapter 25;-Journeys, Secrets, and Quiet Storms
The Mejri household had never been so orderly and so restless at the same time. Trunks were lined against the corridor walls. Silk dresses were folded with precision. Documents sealed in wax lay stacked on Seynurr’s desk in perfect symmetry. Servants moved swiftly under her direction. And she directed them flawlessly. No teasing corrections. No dramatic commentary. No debates about historical caravan routes. Only efficiency. Talha stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching her cousin issue instructions with calm authority. “She hasn’t argued with anyone in three days,” Talha muttered. Mariam adjusted a folded shawl. “That is not peace. That is containment.” Seynurr paused briefly at the window, gazing toward the horizon where Egypt’s golden light met the river. Lotus underwate
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