Lion Head Mesa Akhet of two lands

Rashepses listened with the austerity that befit his royal line. “I would see you do well in my courts,” he countered at once, sunrise meeting the twin flame of his nephew.

Oh, but there was so much of Rahotep’s own determination in his face. It was a resolve to rule, the very fire which ran through all divinity conceived in the river kingdom. It was the purpose of a God to sit upon a throne.  Rashepses’ smile only widened.

“I would also have your satisfaction, dear nephew. There would be no greater pride than to see you named Pharaoh of a new land. You have my blessing, Samirseti, and the backing of my kingdom. But let us agree– your palace will be beholden to Akashingo. You will raise your arms against our enemies, as they will be also your enemies. Likewise, our army shall fight alongside you,” the King swept to the man elegantly, an arm reaching for his shoulder then.

“And your second son will be wed to one of my daughters. Together, they will begin a new vassal, bonded by blood.”