Rosewater Oasis the prince who ran away

Her words, cool and dismissive, sparked a slow-burning anger that flickered across his regal features. His lips curled slightly, revealing a glint of teeth as a low growl rumbled from his chest.

"You may not care for my sands," he began, "but you will respect them."

He stepped closer, his frame casting a shadow over the smaller woman as his teeth chattered briefly, a deliberate and menacing sound. His gilded eyes bore into hers, unyielding and full of quiet wrath. "You stand before a Pharaoh speaking with no courtesy, no grace. Do you think your demands carry weight here, woman?"

Samir’s tail flicked once, lazily, though the tension in his frame betrayed the simmering fury beneath his composed exterior.

He stepped even closer now, looming over her, his presence suffocating. "Bow," he said, simply, coldly.

"Show the respect you failed to bring with you, and I may consider unveiling the lion you seek." His lips curled into a sadistic smile. "Or leave. The choice is ever yours."