Khaemwaset, fierce as obsidian, yet tempers his tones with clever tinctures for listening ears. His power ripples through the sterns of their multitudes and draws out across her own veins, the conviction in her eyes rising simply by touching his own. She filters forward through the parting to stand at the king’s side.
“It is a pleasure to be acquainted, Einvalds.” Einvalds, what a strange term, and strange names. Was Jakten to be their first ally? She would welcome further learning if the desire was shared.
