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they had built this lofty tower, he and she. senmut would have been content with its intended end, the feast of coronation and announcement, had not another blooded daughter of the dynasty itself appear upon the sands.

at first she did not know, and then senmut saw the sense of awareness pass over her exquisite face. relieved to hear no anguish in her tones, but aware she was certainly poised enough to veil this from him, he at last sat straight before her, scarlet chest sodden with breaths he drew for her glory alone.

ramesses in her, treva in her. she was makono was ashikaga was siptah was sethnakht. but only toula had endured. only this girl to whom had fallen two thrones — only she had united them.

"i am your servant. i am your brother. the sum of the love i am able to bear is yours, entire. my flesh is yours. i am yours, divine one," senmut breathed, "and it is my wish to be used in any way which preserves the peace you have brought to your people and provides a pathway for future security."

the descendants of the princess could press their own claim to the throne in later years. but if they had been raised not in enmity with the queen, but in her love and kind radiance, they would see her as their divine life keeper, as senmut did now in this offering.

"yes, my queen," the prince uttered, voice limned in zeal and resolution; "if this means the Horus Throne must pass from my hand, then let it be written that my ambitions did not supercede my duty."