Lion Head Mesa Primrose

queen.

one throne. two sisters.

one role as pharaoh. two brothers.

it was khaemwaset who had made himself heir this eve; now he kept his more solemn eyes upon neith. 

he could not confirm that for her, not when satakhetem held some eerie piece of his spirit, and he of her own. but merneith, the gentle lioness who looked at him with her entire spirit standing in her gaze — how could he stand against her own proclamation? she loved him in a way their antelope sister did not.

his smile was a slow burn, an encouragement.

"what would you do first as queen, Divine One?" he murmured into the sleeping dark, unblinking; unable to stir more than his voice as the ancient powers of the chamber pressed down upon them.