Luneshale Pass fifty-third

“We are agreed, Erpa-ha,” the riverprince remarked, eyes sliding over the slender man, though failing to match his holy coolness. “A united front is essential.” Rashepses too did not wish for dissension among their own ranks.

“I am not native to the kingdom, so tell me, prince Senmut. Is doing nothing Akashingo’s method for taunting trespassers on your lands? The boundaries are marked. Your soldiers idle under potential threat. Is this what you ask of me, to condone it? To allow her rule to be made a laugh on her own soil?” The prince pushed, his stare drilling into the jewel of the other's eyes. He believed their inaction stem only from fear of retaliation. Pharaoh would not tolerate such blatant disrespect.

“It is for her I act.” Yes, he was not a man afraid to. He let the word sit between them.