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Akhtar greeted Toula with a lazy curl of a smile and a low dip of his body, before he would range to the side all over again, settling out of the way to watch. As if this was a pit fight and he a many ringed noble seeking to sate his bloodlust in the actions of another man.

But it would not be that.

It would be fun though, would it not?

Oh absolutely, that.

But Akhtar would wish no harm upon Akashingo’s young queen, so he settled in the red dust, reaching up to adjust himself and cursed beneath his breath. Damn him, he’d forgotten his skin in his rooms! A decided pout settled on his features, but he quickly smoothed it out.