Atem

Atem stood tall and regal, his golden jewelry glinting under the palace lights as he turned to face the approaching figure.

As his eyes fell upon the familiar face, a subtle smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Ah, welcome dear friend," he greeted warmly, crossing the distance between them in a few strides. "It is always a pleasure to receive a visit from one as charming as yourself." His voice held a wistful, almost playful tone, yet beneath it, an unspoken longing. He paused, letting the moment linger, before continuing in a softer voice.

"You know I can never refuse an audience with you."