Rosewater Oasis the prince who ran away

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Samirseti did not stop her, nor did he move to strike. No—he watched her retreat with a sneer curling his lips, his gilded eyes glinting with a satisfaction that ran far deeper than the surface. Hira’s words washed over him like the faintest ripple of wind across the desert sands. They were hollow, powerless, and they carried the bitterness of one who had already lost.

Her spit upon his sands did not anger him. It amused him. The fool believed she could stain what was already eternal. His tail lashed behind him, his expression shifting into a mask of cruel delight as her figure grew smaller against the horizon.

"Run, little ember," Samirseti murmured under his breath, his tone laced with venomous mockery.

The Pharaoh turned back toward the oasis, the golden accents of his coat shimmering beneath Ra’s gaze. Hira’s fleeting defiance was a speck of dust to him, a nuisance easily forgotten. She would run to her father, yes. And Kaan could come if he dared. But Samirseti had no fear of men, only disdain. The gods had written his dominion into the sands, the waters, the skies above.

It was eternal.

Immutable.