Lion Head Mesa Quarters

The little prince summoned him today, and Sayf had no intention of making him wait long. He was the pharaoh's heir, someone his master was proud of, and so the hebsut would treat him as such. Whatever was important to the pale god was important to the fellahin. 

He emerged from the tunnels with a smile curving his dark lips. Prince, he greeted with a dip of his head. What can I help you with today?