Lion Head Mesa twenty-seventh

The priest knows who he is! But of course, his herald was loud and clear when he arrived; and no doubt the soothsayer was, even now, speaking of him to those that would listen, as if he were a god among men, truly.
As he settles among the furs, Harakhte takes a moment to gather the knowledge from the depths of his mind.
My father, the divine Semerkhet, has ruled Akhet for the entirety of his life. He was crowned as a boy when his own father—my grandfather— Ra-Sokar, fell ill and passed. Before that came Ra-Henu, and before that a generation of men holding the name Akhenaten, with various epithets. These he once knew, as he had been taught them all; but it was not important enough to Harakhte to recite each of them.
He took a breath, and studied the priest.
My mother took oaths to become a priestess, and yet she was always the favorite of my father. Her name is Bennu. And that was all he would say of the woman; she held importance to Harakhte, but in matters such as lineage, power, and potential marriage it was of little importance where his matrilineal line was connected. It was fortunate, as the prince did not wish to speak to her strange bloodline.
I am my father's only son. It will fall upon me to rule Akhet when the time comes — but I will also have the power to unify my land with that of my wife, and strengthen both of us. Should I be so fortunate. There he ended his telling, and waited to see how the priest might take the information.