Lion Head Mesa Akhet of two lands

The paw that cupped his cheek was met with one equal, the man reaching out to embrace the man with his own warmth.

"Uncle," his words came in a rumbling laugh, "the honor is mine. To stand before the King of Akashingo and hear his laughter again."

"I will gladly share my proposals," he said, moving to fall in smooth walk alongside the man of similar coat.

As the retinue parted to allow their passage, Samir cast a brief glance at the servants scurrying to prepare his welcome, his smirk softening into a faint smile. Berry-wine.

"Let me see the heart of Akashingo! And as we walk, I will tell you of my vision—of how our houses may rise together, greater than even the Gods might have foreseen."

His thin hips twisted to bump into the other man's, a dangerous glint warm upon golden eyes. "And perhaps," he growled out, "I shall convince you to drink to my cause before the evening is through."