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sethnakht had always been a studious child but now ramesses saw his mind were turned to other things. to his future, for one, and now the curiosity in pharaoh lurked down to suspicion.
ramesses had learned not to trust a son and that was because he had been a son not worth trusting, not when he sensed seti's weakness.
the eyes were peerless in veiling his own emotions. "my wish is for each of my children to be settled into whatever roles Ma'at seems fit to place them. even pharaoh's desires are overlooked to please the gods."
sethnakht should not forget it.
ramesses watched the river flow. "it does not need to be your want, my son, only your responsibility." their wants did not matter when it came to shaping a dynasty. "an heir legitimizes a pharaoh. once the throne is secured, a pharaoh might be more apt to grant what you want."
ramesses alluded as always to the crown prince. would sethnakht realize this wisdom was also for him?