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Her summons was answered swiftly, as Lian had expected. Apprehension fluttered within the princess' heart, only a fleeting moment of it. No perfume to adorn her fur. No flowers and gold-set jewels to emphasize her beauty. She had little of the armor women like her were fit to wear, only the shield and sword that were her smile and demure angle of her shoulders, the straightened line of her shoulders.

The man who approached had the stern visage and plodding gait of a general. Pharaoh, he pronounced like a decree in itself, and Lian's stomach sank. The Egyptians, again?! She'd still been under the impression the frightening caravan was still claiming the lovely island of wisteria, far from here. The harsh light of the desert, the ominous geometric statue cutting through the azure tapestry of the sky - Lian thinks this suits what very little she knows of their kind better, though.

The princess affixes her gaze upon the copper guardian of these foreign lands, gaze bright and enchanting as a gold coin shimmering in the sun. Her ears remain pinned demurely, though, every feature of her posture arranged like a decorative bouquet. Princess Téng Lian of the Tianlong. She doesn't know yet what her full title, spoken smoothly, will buy her. Or cost her. Lian regrets not being able to approach the Pharaoh as a proper emissary of the Tianlong - this sort of visit should be accompanied by a princess gilded with the heavens themselves, with gifts and riches aplenty to dazzle and woo these foreigners into favorable relations.

The Crystal Dragon has led her here, from strange meadows through dark forests and now across scalding desert. This is where Lian is meant to be, even unfit as she is for the task.

Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?

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