Lion Head Mesa queen of the morning

she felt everything, everywhere.

she felt as though every life in the palace was somehow pulsing through her. every heartbeat a loud drum in her ears, but none of it compared to the wield of pharaoh.

his words weaved through her mind and heart. the gold of him filled her veins.

Great Royal Wife, Queen of the Scarlet Road.

mutnofret, She Who Shows the Beauty of Mut.

how did she feel so in place here? at what point had akashingo gripped her fully? or had it been a slow falling? these words became her lifeblood, they were the very things she stood upon in her day to day.

a red lotus, a kiss. ramesses' breath upon her brow.

kisses at her paws.

uraeus, crook and flail.

these things banded them into one. she did not cry again, she did not crumple beneath the weight of it all. she felt radiant. just as she had in the wake of motherhood. all of these things bathed her in light in their wake, even if the concerns and stresses burdened her before it happened.

she did not regret bringing forth two royal children.

she did not regret harboring such heavy attention of pharaoh.

everything felt right in her bones. the feral goddess had become tamed, subdued. comfortable in the place she now stood along pharaoh in reign of.

blessed and now we stand as one. she breathed, voice daring to hitch. i am devoted to you, to akashingo. let the eyes of all see it, day and night.

once a mazoi, now shabti.

she was not often a shy creature, yet she could feel it now. the grand desire for privacy as hungry eyes sat upon them. some known, some strangers.

i will be alongside you, now and forever.

not the first.

she prayed the last.