Lion Head Mesa You came back from the desert with a new friend, didn't you, Beni?

a prince, in their halls! not her beloved Siptah nor Seth, but another—a stranger. she only had the impression of him, from her Nebet—she tried to think back on the days of her father, when he had meetings of import. 
for her own part, she was not alone; two fellahin lingered, lest they have any needs. the grand place in which she held him in was decorated with furs for him to recline upon, and flower petals to keep the room fragrant. she bore the fragrance of myrrh, cinnamon, and cardamom herself, though it complimented rather than contrasted the scents of the room. 
for her own new status, she wore winter white ermine furs—the rarest of furs! before the man was placed several unique delicacies, before the fellahin retreated nearer to their Queen, one pausing long enough to provide her own titles—no longer Princess of the red sand, but Queen! Toula thanked them with a soft look before she beheld the Prince. 
It is my pleasure to meet you, Sphinx—have you come all this way, for my coronation? here her eyes were bright as she took him in. handsome, this stranger was—she had never seen anyone quite like him before! but she did her utmost not to think only of those things—not before she knew his designs! Toula was devout to Akashingo, not her girlish daydreams of being romanced by some lovely Prince of some faraway land…
his was not so bad a face, to place in that starring role!