Lion Head Mesa Hail, Pharaoh!

his words did much to please her, as did his actions. one look to her fellahin, and they were gathering the items to bring back with them so that she need not carry any. Akashingo thanks you, she speaks warmly, delighted with this.
oh! and he is a prince! welll, does he not look like one? handsome, in a roguish way, and stately—the way he carried himself... she did not doubt it, not for a moment. how beautiful it sounds! she only wished that she could have seen such a place. she might have been able to, once, as the youngest daughter—but now all of the responsibilities have fallen to her to remain, to rule. until Makono returned, at least...
but she could not suggest this, nor admit such things, lest she undermine her own place here; beyond this, Toula had truly always loved home most of all, even if she (unlike her sister) had never dreamt of becoming Pharaoh. nor had she yet dreamt of children as he had, but she was yet so young!
in what way do you come here, Naberius of the land of Sand and Sun? is it your want, to have your daughters here? Toula hummed, and then lifted her head a measure, smiling softly, or have you come for our celebration of Spring, and to witness my coronation? fpr she knew the event was now being spoken of, but she did not yet know how far the words reached!
that she, with these things, sought a worthy suitor!