Lion Head Mesa rekhyt

ramesses had faith in the gods and that his son would again rise. and so he did. the man swam in long strokes along the river, their servants moving along after. a stone jutted from the current and here he set his spine, the waters continuing to move past him, chest-deep.
"it is true that you must father a divine heir, in your father's name. in your name. but that does not mean you are bound only to the hawk-in-the-nest." surely he had seen his father with one lovely fellahin or another close to him, whispering, laughing.
theirs was a world of men and of wolves. makono had little footing in that regard. "indeed, it is your right to begin gathering a harem once you are named consort. the sons and daughters will be noble, not divine." only pharaoh could bestow divinity. only a pharaoh could birth it.
sethnakht's freedom would not be so for makono. the paternity of a pharaoh's son must never be in doubt.