Lion Head Mesa fair winds [wp]

Akhtar caught the amusement and flashed a small, embarrassed smile.

Forgive me for that. It appears I will have to invest in heavier pelts soon. His eyes traveled from the woman, to the crowd.

He is a good boy. The scholars often make the best diplomats, when given opportunity. The royal boy would, hopefully, succeed his father in temperament as well as the throne. 

He pursed his lips. Ramesses was fickle, but, well, all royals were to Akhtar. Perhaps it came with the job. A crown and the temper of a schoolboy, a package deal fit for a king.

He did not notice the skuttling shape of the sanpin nearby. He was busy with his musings.