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I wondered how long it would take for me to get carried away when replying to you... <3

Ankh was suddenly very self-aware. She was remarkable, at best, but it did not excuse the Pharaoh’s inability to draw his gaze away from her. With a few rapid blinks, the ghostly wolfdog drew his eyes from hers and focused instead on the crashing of the waves, forcing himself to remain regal… proper. It was not the way he was raised to be so taken aback by a woman. The Pharaoh had not known true hardship. He had been birthed into a life of royalty. His family was well-known in the heated canyons and harsh sands of his home. They were the rightful rulers over the expanse of terrain that had included a vast desert and wicked ravines. Because he had never known hard times, that did not mean he had not seen many things that others – his age – would never witness. Ankh’s father, Ra, was a savage and cruel man. He had taken many concubines and slaves, treating them with little respect. This was how Ankh was raised. The Pharaoh had been taught, at a very young age, that he was above the rest of the world. In those times, Ankh had believed his father’s ranting. He had gratefully taken the role of the true ruler of his people and had not questioned the beastly manner in which those beneath him were treated. It was not until he had been sent into the outer world that his demeanor had softened. Ankh was expected to spread the blood of the Khafra wolves before he should return to his kingdom. In his time away from the heat of Osahar, he had come to realize a great many thing. The pallid wolfdog still knew that his place as Pharaoh was true. He still believed he was the proper ruler of his father’s kingdom, but he had found more respect for those outside of his land. They were strange and peculiar creatures, but they were living all the same. It was a shame that Ankh’s siblings had not believed the same things… Ritho had turned into a kind woman, dutiful and intelligent. It was in Isis and Sekhet that Ankh saw the true malice and brutality. Isis was a poisonous snake… Sekhet was a savage barbarian. They were still his blood. “Hatshepsut,” he tasted her name on his tongue with a low purl. The tongue of her people was the same as his. He could derive a comfort from this. Lifting his gaze back to hers, the pallid creature bowed his head to the female, his shoulders rolling like a large white panther on the prowl. “I am Pharaoh Ankh Khafra of the Osahar desert,” he drawled to her. “Tell me, Regent, what brings you to these coastal lands?”