Lion Head Mesa from one place of sands to another

his brother comes, standing in all the glory and exuding the power in which his title now brings. not that he hadn't had it before in Akhen's eyes. always would the prince have his respect and endearment.

soft? you should know me better, he chuckles, the sound a deep, rich rumble. 

upon the embrace, it is returned just as fervently. too much time had passed. but they would make up for it. 

I will always return to you. you may be consort here now, but you are always prince of Ta-Sanet. prince. brother. friend. warrior-in-arms. so many names, yet all so fitting and true. 

do you wish to hinder me so soon? he cannot help but laugh when the refreshments are brought, despite how sweet they smelled. a guardsman is nothing, if enabled with too much wine. but he never truly indulged in this way, so the concern was nothing but feigned.