Lion Head Mesa rekhyt

When the young divine had breached the surface and basked in Ra's glory he had searched for the worried face of his father, but instead found the man swimming calmly towards a jutting piece of rock. If I disappeared like Siptah, would he care then? I am your only son you fool.

But then Sethnakht was forced to release his childish anger and allow himself to be opened to Ramess's holy words. As his father spoke, the amiir waded into shallow waters nearby, sprawling out on his side to allow the water to wash over his fur and chill him. Could he ask his burning question now?

"But what if I do not want a woman?" Seth had asked his scholars a few times if he would be allowed to follow what he wanted in terms of attraction. So far, he had only found himself admiring the forms of men. The only female he had ever thought worth pandering to was his Toula. "I know I must wed [size=small]Sōzokujin[/size], though I wish it was muat-riya in her place." He grumbled. "But must I take other women? Why can I not, say, take the company of Senmut?"

He did not know it yet, but Sethnakht would grow to be a lover of many women and men too, so the question was rather moot in the end.