Two Eyes Cenote to be

She looks to him down the bridge of her nose. Soft rosy eyes meeting his of peach and orange. Head held high- body poised and regal. His own stance is one of confidence, yet one of a far more relaxed and roguish swagger. As second son, he did not bother to stand on ceremony in such a manner always. A freedom not given to his elder brother. The second daughter might too have more freedom to do as she pleased. Perhaps even, they would find something pleasing to do together. 

Naberius would pay keen attention to the way her eyes do not leave him. Though she plays as though her interest was minimal. Naberius was a man quite observant and had a sharp eye which caught a great deal many things. Whatever bit of interest she showed, he would notice and be quite happy with himself. After all, she was a princess and a beautiful one at that, even with lacking the sandy and reds he was drawn to. This and she was one of the very few pure blood women that had come there way. She was quite worthy of the prince's attention. 

I am from the land of Sun and Sand. Prince Naberius Cyrus, your highness. And there he does then bowed down his dark masked face, a wiry smile on his creamy lips. Neb of Akashingo. 

He allows a moment to linger, for whatever words Nefari might return to him, before his sunburst eyes dance over into Zaahira's direction.I will leave you to your duty. And then he turns, his tail sweeping back and forth behind him with his steps and after a bit, steals a glance around his foreleg to view the princess from a backside angle.