Lion Head Mesa per akhet

khaemwaset approved of satakhetem and her treatment among the servants. they were divine and those placed to serve them of muddied blood; it was right that his blessed sister exert herself over them.

the palace was rather silent without the voices of mother and father. lessons were held, histories passed to the four heirs, but he had slipped his mentors and now watched his sister from a sliver of darkness.

lately he had become possessive of the thone room, passing several times a day to touch the seats of red stone and demand in silence their secrets. khaemwaset had come to believe he was the one intended for the place of pharaoh, and he moved through akashingo with that aim.

gilded Anubis, he stepped to show himself, moving with proud ease to the side of his antelope sister. how curious that neith should be so biddable and satakhetem so forceful.

"bring food when you have finished listening to the amiirad," khaemwaset commanded almost pleasantly of the servant. "we will take our meal beside the open-air throne."

with a smile he turned toward his sister, hoping that this would be flattering; hoping she would not see that he meant to guide her away from his possessions.