Sly Fox Sand Dunes daughter of the Gods

"You honor me, Pharaoh Toula. Your blessing fills my heart with gratitude, and I will ensure the sands flourish under this title. I shall be a reflection of Akashingo's greatness."

Her proclamation brought a spark of intrigue to his gaze.

Love shall unite us—not separate us.

Toula’s confidence in their alignment bolstered his own. This was not the rejection he had quietly feared but an embrace of his vision, his ambition. She was willing to entwine their courts in mutual strength, to foster an alliance as unyielding as the desert sun.

At her suggestion, Samir’s smirk deepened, his tail flicking behind him with idle amusement. "Men in need of marrying?" he echoed, a hum upon the throat. "Not presently, though if such an offer is extended in good faith, I will certainly ensure the suitors are worthy. Vahanet will gladly welcome any bond that strengthens our kinship." He spoke warmly.

He regarded Toula warmly. Warm eyes, warm voice, warm heart.

"Love is indeed a powerful force, Aunt. It directs my choices, as it has directed yours." He reaches to place a paw upon her own, a touch both strengthening and bonding. "Now, tell me: how did my jackal-hearted Uncle win the heart of you?" Flattery. Samirseti knew how, of course.

A certain, undeniable charm encompassed men of their family. Samir, now, wore it like a flag of pride. He was everything and more. The pinnacle of his breeding.