Lion Head Mesa dawn's child

a son in self-imposed exile. a daughter to follow him on the throne. ramesses was weary of how things had changed in his world, and yet resigned not to stand in their way.
"do not receive him with love. receive him with the respect he merits as a prince of this kingdom."
there was a pause.
"the work of emissary falls wholly to you, as the young hawk-in-the-nest."
akhtar's words reverberated in his mind. "and your heirs must still be divine." he thought of sethnakht, still shy and unformed in personality. 
but a year could bring a good deal of change. "you are now responsible for the maintenance of your mother's tomb. and as crown prince, you must return to mereo in the future for a soldier's training. you will be gone often and akashingo will become unfamiliar. the alliances you make and enforce mean more opportunities for your siblings to marry well and for tribute to be established."
"if there is a battle, you will attend, which means that you must familiarize yourself with the best routes."
"in the new year you and i will go on procession to the sea, to ask Osiris for the health of your future reign. and when i die, makono, you will take the scarlet throne."