Lion Head Mesa Akhet of two lands

Samirseti’s smile lingered, patient and cutting, as the fellahin moved to present. The fruit burst sweetly against his tongue, the flavor as rich as the promise of what was to come. He savored it, dark gaze never straying far from Rashepses.

At the King’s question, Samirseti tilted his chin, brushing a paw along the sharp edge of his jaw. “An oasis, cradled by dunes, with water pure enough to sustain all those who serve our purpose. It is a gem, hidden in the lowlands."

He swipes another berry, popping it between silver teeth.

“I would host you there, Uncle. Ensure that you are received as only a God may be.”