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Samir’s smile deepened at the sound of Toula’s voice, golden eyes flicking past Khusobek to take in the Pharaoh herself.

When he stopped before her, his dark figure dipped into a deep, deliberate bow, molten eyes lifting to meet hers as his voice slipped out smoothly. "Pharaoh Toula," first, he spoke her respected title. "Goddess Aunt, it is an honor to stand before you at last."

"I visited already to pay my respects to you and Akashingo, as my godly father Rahotep intended. But you were absent, I found. Thus, I was forced to treat with your dreadful husband." A tease upon his lips towards the end, a faint, lighthearted joke. One he felt entitled to, granted the shenanigans he and Rashepses had once gotten into.

The terrors of Ta-Senet.

"But now, Ra blesses us, and calls us together at last." He offered her a smile. Samir let himself gather at the haunches and seat before her, partial to pay no mind to the crocodile man at her side.

Her question brought a deep flicker of thought to the forefront of his gold-imbued face. "Pharaoh Rahotep sent me with the intent to join your court at Uncle's side. Yet,"

He paused. He fretted to disappoint Toula. Truly.

"My heart has been claimed. My beloved wishes to forge a legacy of our own, one beholden to our shared Princehood. I cannot find it in me to deny him, you see." As he spoke, he searched Toula's eyes for reaction. Perhaps sympathy, approval. Most of all, he feared anger.

So, slowly, with measure, he added: "But a kingdom is only as strong as its alliances. I do not seek to rival Akashingo, but to stand beside it—an extension of our bloodline's power and dominion over these lands. With your blessing, I would see our courts aligned, unbreakable, so that no foe may challenge Akashingo—nor Vahanet."