Lion Head Mesa Akhet of two lands

His nephew gleamed. Rashepses had a fine way to further his own aims and see the aspirations of his blood fulfilled.

“A formal agreement will be made before my court. For now, a toast, to Prince Samirseti,” a motion for the fellahin who carried in berries upon clean pale furs. The king crushed a single sweetened fruit between his teeth and reached for another.

“You must have an idea of where to lay your claim,” he extends, paw tucking leisurely beneath the regal chin.