Lion Head Mesa sekheru tawy

There was little to keep her entertained, try as she might to stay engaged in the matters of the kingdom.
With her mother and father occupied with Muat-riya, there was little reason to make appearances at her lessons; she did, regardless, if only to have a place to go every day. Quick to pick up on languages, histories, myths—it became clear to her tutors that Satakhetem struggled to stay engaged.
This was important knowledge. Knowledge was power, they said. It seemed more like distraction. Her brothers were soon to go and learn war, and here was the amiir listening to someone of lesser blood drone on, and on, and on, and incessantly on...
It was a wonder she had not fallen asleep!