Lion Head Mesa Akhet of two lands

Rashepses did not wish to see his nephew leave Akashingo so briskly. The idea that Samirseti would remain close pleased him greatly, moreso that he would raise a claim to the south.

“My sons and I will come to you,” he smiled. No doubt the princes would find the birth of a kingdom inspiring. He stretched those silken limbs and reached a hand over the identical darkness of the prince. “The kingdom of Akashingo will be witness to your ascension, sen.”

Pride and affection shared equal halves in the sunstone eyes.