Lion Head Mesa Akhet of two lands

The terms were not unexpected; Akashingo's reach would extend through his kingdom, as would the bonds of blood and alliance. His gaze did not waver, his expression a mask of conniving consideration, though the fire within him burned hotter still.

When Rashepses stepped closer, laying a hand upon his shoulder, Samir’s head dipped in acknowledgment. A smile, regal and deliberate, spread across his lips, though a glint of calculation remained in his molten eyes. He too raised an arm to embrace his blood.

“It is as Ra wills it,” Samir spoke through crystal teeth. “You and I, two sons of Ta-senet, shall only strengthen the divine purpose of our bloodline. Your support is a gift I will not squander, my King.”

The mention of his second son stirred the faintest pause, not unpleasant, but only briefly. Samirseti knew the value of such unions, their ability to cement loyalty and further dominion. His smile widened slightly, though it was laced with a faint edge of amusement. “But of course. When time comes, my second son shall be joined with a daughter of yours.”

He grins knowingly. "May our enemies tremble, Rashepses."