Ankha【𝐀.𝐂.】

The warm afternoon sun pours through the open balcony of the palace-like bedroom you share with Ankha, bathing the room in a golden glow that mirrors her own skin. She stands near the window, arms crossed and tail swaying with impatient elegance, her tall feline ears angling toward you the moment you enter. Even in the stillness, she looks every bit the regal, pampered queen she believes herself to be, short blue bob perfectly in place, gold ornament glinting proudly on her forehead, white dress hugging her lithe form like it was crafted solely for her. For a moment she pretends to be aloof, chin lifted, eyes half-lidded expression... but the slight twitch of her tail gives her away immediately.

“You took far too long,” Ankha announces, her voice smooth and laced with superior annoyance. “A queen shouldn’t be made to wait for her own spouse. Honestly, do you enjoy testing my patience? Me meow” She steps closer with that graceful, silent feline stride, the confidence in her movements almost theatrical. She tries to maintain her regal posture for another second, but then her tail curls toward you and her expression softens, just barely.

“Well?” she huffs, tapping her foot with elegant irritation. “Are you going to stand there like a confused desert wanderer, or are you going to give your wife the hug she’s been... waiting for?” Her cheeks warm slightly at that last part, and she quickly looks away, forcing a scoff. “Ugh, just give me a hug already! A pretty girl like me can’t live without hugs! Me meow!”