Sly Fox Sand Dunes arid

siani lowered her head quickly, a knee-jerk reaction to the weight of his title, to the smoothness of his voice that coiled around her like a serpent.

forgive me, pharaoh, she murmured, ears pulling back slightly. i did not mean to speak so... familiar.

her voice was soft, careful, like stepping over loose stones in a river. untethered. the word rang in her ears, and she did not know if she liked it. but it was true. she had no princess. no purpose.

her gaze flickered toward his extended paw, then back up to his face. was this an offer? a command? she did not know, only that she could not refuse.

my name is siani, she finally answered, a breath of hesitation lingering in her tone. i will serve as you see fit.