Lion Head Mesa Akhet of two lands

“Step forward,” the regal commanded with bannered tail high, a narrowing of gilded eyes. Semer-wati's lips curled into something approaching a smile– but it was one of amusement that settled broadly into place as he looked into the refined, mirrored gaze. He saw Rahotep’s mischievous there. A wide paw reached to cup the dark cheek.

“For too long I have seen this face only in night visions,” his gentle murmur erupted into pleasured laughter, heavy arms clasping firmly about the man’s back.

“Come! Regale your King with proposals, nephew, while I show you my palace,” the retinue parted for their royals’ passage. “Servants: have a meal and berry-wine prepared for your Prince Samirseti.”