Princess Amala & Neferkare
The Elf picked up the princess, wielding a devilish smirk.
"Then let us do what the Ashir, do in the shade princess."
Later
After a time on the legendary Ashir pillows, the couple had moved on to lazily cuddling in the Ashir tent, feeding each other salted olives as the sun set the sky ablaze. It was an especially refreshing moment until the tent was unduely penetrated by the screams of the masses outside. The clicks and screech of the blightspawn climbing the solarium became imminently apparent.
Neferkare spoke as he bagan rerobing and arming himself.
"Find some where safe to hide or join me nailing blightspawn to a stick, either way I intend to return here to begin a second respite from the sun."
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