Lion Head Mesa Akhet of two lands

samirseti inclines his head, the faint curve of a smile playing upon his lips as he regards the young prince. i would be pleased to welcome the future pharaoh of akashingo to my domain, he begins, his golden gaze steady upon khaemwaset. to weigh the strength of my men against a talented young prince such as yourself would be a worthy endeavor.

he pauses, his tail flicking lazily behind him. a chuckle spills from the mouth of the man as khaemwaset inquires about marriage. i am already wed, prince khaemwaset. but it has been discussed— his gilded gaze shifts briefly to rashepses—that one of my earthly sons shall join in union with one of your sisters.

his eyes return to the boy, as though already envisioning the future such an alliance would secure. such unions strengthen not only our families but the very foundations of our kingdoms. the gods themselves will smile upon it.