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can be a cameo!

the golden nape of samirseti is striking underneath the glory of the sun. and a dark man, face half painted by white, is with him. strength is in both, but the darker man was sculpted by the gods of war and bred for battle.
not too much like her, had fate not led her into nobility. the royal wife emerges from the shade of the palace, parting vines and leaves to greet the new man. the curves of herself ran along samir's side, passing a kiss to his cheek before approaching arkane with a dip of her head.

welcome, sir. the gods smile on you, to have brought you to us. her eyes halflidded. may i lead him to the waters so he may rest? she would glance to samir, a grace in her cadence and stride.