Lion Head Mesa royal fledgling

she thought to earlier that day. of taking her children to the temples, of presenting Them to the Gods. of the warm and aureate glow that surrounded them then. other offerings provided, before each among their family were bathed in sacred water—purified after the rituals. 
and now, the naming! her husbands voice filled the space that already felt so full. she could feel the Gods lingering still, watching—waiting! for Iset’s favored daughter, and Her incarnate, had brought forth with her King more little Godlings to change the world in Their image, as They wished! she felt Their pride, Their power, Their joy. 
it filled her voice as the room fell to a quieter hush, gemstone gaze moving from Sobeksetep (giving him a kiss, love and happiness in that same look—how well he had done!) to the daughter made in the image of Herself, of Her father. and now Merneith was bid toward the altar, into the great light of Amun Ra. 
she spoke: on this sacred day, beneath the all-seeing gaze of the Gods and surrounded by the life-giving embrace of the River, we gather to bestow upon you names that shall echo through the annals of our history. as Pharaoh, divinely chosen, it is my profound honor to grant you titles with the essence of the divine. for today, we celebrate not merely your names, but the heralding of a future as radiant as Ra’s light, and as enduring as the pyramids that shall withstand time. 
witness now the first Amiirad of Pharaoh, Nebetawy, 'lady of the two lands,'—may you be the sovereign unifier and steadfast protector of our majestic realm with your gracious heart! 
Satriya Merneith, 'Daughter of Riya, Beloved by Neith,'—may the goddess Neith's boundless love and wisdom illuminate your path. with Her guidance, it shall always be right! 
Nimaatkheru, 'true of voice,' may your words be forever guided by the principles of truth and integrity. let the song you sing always be heard with these things in mind—let each word shake the world with its goodness, and it’s justness! 
may the Gods bestow their eternal blessings upon you, Nebetawy Satriya Merneith Nimaatkheru, now and forevermore!
more rattling, and Toula looked proudly on at Merneith Satriya—named now for two Goddesses, and meant for much greatness. a doting kiss upon the crown of Merneith now, her eyes falling back to her husbands and filled with adoration. she listened for the Hem, and turned to give him the respect due—gratitude existed in the eyes that, dimmed briefly by a passing cloud overhead, were then the same lapis lazuli of Rameses.