Lion Head Mesa Chrysanthemum

All that reflects in his eyes is the care befitting a goodly servant and yet the princess is horrified. The kind tone is enough to send stinging tears rolling down her cheeks, a faint reflection of how she’d spent the nights before. Merneith had a foolproof blueprint for much of life, but there was no guide on feelings. No mother to hear her daughter’s turbulence. She understood she was acting irrationally, but didn’t know how to conduct herself except in such embarrassment.

A Pharaoh suffers in silence. A Pharaoh does not beg. How the gods love their ironies.

Silently, she nods, moving like a child possessed in step with the holy regent.

She should have never allowed the confession. Now all she can think is how a moment’s error has cast shade over Khaemwaset’s very being.