Lion Head Mesa radiance of heaven ☥

at a month's age, khaemwaset had become ever more imperious. he did not shy from a retinue of watchful mazoi and fawning fellahin — he expected an entourage.

all eyes had been upon him since he had drawn first breath, and this pleased the little prince very much.

while he did scramble, round-bellied and still unsteady, after his sisters and brother, he had lately been seen adopting a slower gait, a meandering pace. and after lustily gorging himself that afternoon, the boy found himself energetic, toddling out into the red halls.