Lion Head Mesa Akhet of two lands

First, a sneer. Then a smile. Before long, the hull of Rashepses' chest shook with exuberance. His laughter played out across the flatlands which advanced a brilliant figure of shadow and sun.

“Boy,” the regal’s voice flung just as grandly, but the elegant man who stood before him was anything but.

Royal titles lifted into the air from the mouth of servants. The king raised his chin and regarded the newcomer coolly. His arms tensed in wait for the fierce embrace of his nephew. But first he would know of Samirseti's intent.