Lion Head Mesa whisper of the night [wp]

Akhtar breathed.

Oh, you poor, foolish boy.

It has happened. It has never ended well. He tried to think through the thick veil of drunkenness.

Fight. If Siptah does not allow it, she will become a contender. And to take her crown, she will either have to kill him, or make him surrender it. This is not to mention Pharaoh himself. He is not an old man, Senmut. There will be more royal children, more competition. One sacrifice does not bring her the throne.

He looked at his apprentice with knowing eyes.

The pathway to a throne is lined with bone, and paved with blood. Too many lose their souls to it. This is not to bring up the gods displeasure, should she move against what they wish. Then we all suffer.