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The flowing water around him had started to feel almost tepid as he grew used to the cold, but his father had made it clear he wished to eat now, so the divine prince forced himself out with a shiver. The familiar prickle of annoyance filled him as fellahin dried him off, despite being a royal Sethnakht was averse to being touched. In fact, he pulled away now quite sooner than he should of, fur still a little damp as he settled across from the Pharaoh.

His blue eyes settled somewhere in the distance as the topic of his apparent weakness was bought up. Seth was not surprised precisely, of course, he realized his divine sister would be a hindrance in the face of enemies.

"I see." was all he uttered for a long, quiet moment. During this, he allowed himself to look upon Ramesses truly. Perhaps he wanted to peer inside that ever-ticking brain of his. "Is it your wish for me to be consort to Makono?" He asked suddenly, eyes narrowing as he studied his father's face for any sign of deceit. Of course, Sethnakht had a long way to go before he could tell if someone as cunning as the Pharaoh was lying so brazenly. It had bothered him for a while, that his father was seemingly so happy to allow the natural order of things to be disrupted, a woman stepping over her royal brother.


If it turned out that Ramesses allowed this breaking of tradition, it would no doubt make Sethnakht's ambitious harder to achieve. But it would not stop him.