You'll find her to be a kingly gift, indeed.

The Paradise King, a figure of regal bearing, observed with unwavering patience as Carthage turned his attention to the dense jungle. His voice, deep and resonant, echoed through the tangled vines and towering trees, momentarily silencing even the squawking macaws. "She best be," he murmured, his gaze fixed on the approaching sound of hooves, for your sake."

Emerging from the jungle's shadowy embrace, a creature of striking beauty stepped into the fading sunlight. Her coat, as dark as polished obsidian, shimmered in the last rays of the sun. Despite being summoned by her brother, she moved with an air of regal confidence, settling beside him with a quiet grace. Her gaze remained fixed on the shifting sands, refusing to meet the King's watchful eyes. He, however, met her stillness with an approving nod, recognizing the regal presence that she embodied.

"This is my sister, Astarte." he introduced, but Sigurdr's eyes lingered on her, their glacial blue depths scrutinizing her every feature. "There's more to her than meets the eye, I assure you." Carthage stated. Sigurdr's gaze roamed over her for a moment, taking note of the strength in her musculature, the breadth of her shoulders, and the undeniable beauty that emanated from her. Does she speak?" he inquired of Carthage.

Nodding in approval, Sigurdr's glacial gaze returned to Carthage. "I am pleased with your offering, Carthage. You have brought me something of worth. The second position is yours, " he declared with a pause. "Now, if you will grant us privacy, I would like to spend time getting to know your sister better.. But remain close, as I will call upon you in the morning."

For now, he would converse with her and then make his way inland where he would further explore Paradise further, his kingdom and home.