Lion Head Mesa renaissance

“It will be so, My Queen.
You will always have my honesty,” he grins in turn and holds himself in proffered respect before folding back to his position by her flank.

He would make preparations for the voyage, have the fellahin assemble a bounty, one befitting a sovereign and that reflected the generous heart of Akashingo’s Queen.

But for now he was a dutiful Mazoi, stationed in watch as the young ruler made her prayer.