Lion Head Mesa ninety-seventh

It was only after the  procession of guardsmen and servants filed into court that Semer-wati made his entrance, striding through the assembly like obsidian silk to drape atop his gilded throne. A wave of paw dismissed all who were not high-ranked officials. His hooded gaze followed the shuffling of footsteps until the room was mostly cleared.

“Better,” the dark mouth twitched into a fanged grin, attention turning to his priest-prince. “Em hotep, Erpa-ha. You have been missed in our halls." A subtle chiding, to relay Semer-wati's disfavor. A discussion for later.

"Who is this fair rose you have brought to us?” Golden eyes settled directly upon the face of the elegant stranger, then. Drinking in her beauty with a curling smile.