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An arm swung around to draw his brother to his chest.

“Come to serve a Prince before your Pharaoh? You do love me,” a kiss is planted upon the man’s ruddy cheek, no amount of affection spared. That the princeguard elected to stay behind and allay his brother’s transition to king only deepened his fondness for the man.

“You look exhausted,” he gave him a close inspection before shifting his weight back. He would have preferred to allow the man some time of recovery after his journey, but they would depart this day.

“I regret there is no time for rest now, I will have a meal brought, then we must move out at once. The Queen wishes to expand her keep into new land. A lower kingdom.” Elusive is the sovereign Toula. Weeks of travel with his retinue kept a woman’s warmth from them all, and baser desires licked at the skin of the Prince- of whom nothing was withheld. But his Queen had a mind for progress and this had him intrigued.

“Quite the tourney,” He jested, but he wanted his paws upon the arable lands, the prospect welcomed now moreso with Siatum returning to his side.

“Select one of the Queen’s mazoi to journey with us. Whoever you see fit,” He directs the guard as they ascend the mesa. To know more of the stone people he had to understand their wants, and also their grievances.