Sly Fox Sand Dunes arid

siani swallowed hard, the weight of his gaze pressing down upon her like the desert sun.

she nodded, head dipping low, eyes briefly to the sand beneath her paws before flicking back up.

yes, pharaoh. her voice was steady, but there was a tremor beneath it—whether from fear or reverence, she did not know.

her throat tightened.

i will serve as the gods will it.

she breathed in the heat, the dust, the scent of him—strength and power wrapped in gold.

remake me.