Lion Head Mesa Chrysanthemum

pharaoh and Consort remain in the sands.

the children grew apart inside this darkened palace.

senmut bowed low before prince khaemwaset, frowning slightly as the boy stormed away.

princess merneith was quieter; she pored over the old curios of another time as the earth grew still and cold outside the mesa.

"queen treva, forgotten dowager mother, she once asked me who i favored among the gods." his voice was hushed among the stacks, the glossy fall of long lore. a smile was light on his face below the eyes which worried for the amiirad. "would you care to know the hymn i taught to her?"