Lion Head Mesa royal fledgling

satakhetem sat between her siblings, and before her mother, and before this man she had seen and smelled in the halls but did not know.

he carried something with him and she was immediately curious of it; but she was nervous too, and found comfort by leaning against khaemwaset.

she wanted to look back to her mother; her mother who was always laughing or smiling, or kissing with father, and seemed unbothered by all the world, and untouchable. she wanted herself to be untouchable too — was that why they had come here?

was that a gift this man would provide?

so many questions!