Lion Head Mesa a thing of beauty is never perfect

Naberius was curious to learn of the latest suitor to come into their red walls, @Thutmose. A man of the Queen and Prince' culture, but did not bow before her, while as currently Prince. @Senmut had been named Prince. Naberius, was Prince. All bowed to their Queen. 

Still, when he spotted him ahead, Naberius took in a quiet, sharp breath. He was large and muscular. Pale limestone coat with darker sandy points. And, he looked to be of pure-blood, something highly lacking within the walls of Akashingo. 

Of the suitors, @Harakhte, why certainly the most handsome of those of choice, was a half-breed of sullied blood. @Sapair was the same, though not as much handsome, to Naberius' eyes at least. Surely there would be others, but this one already in stature and blood alone seemed the better choice. Well, lest of course @Toula decided to seek out himself. But honestly Naberius was happy in his placement as Lord and Prince of his land. Less restriction by far and he wouldnt have to wait another whole year before he could properly bed his wife. 

The Cyrus wolf slips from his quarters, tracing the same path down the noble halls closer to their latest pick of the crop. It is due time I officially welcome you to Akashingo, Sphinx. He says with a quirky smile and dip of his chin. I am Naberius Cyrus, Prince of the Land of Sun and Sand. Neb of Akashingo.