Lion Head Mesa Akhet of two lands

“Pharaoh,” Semer-wati corrects as his proud black panther strides into the room. In time the cousin would learn Khaemwaset was not one for even so minor a desultory blunder. His sleek glittering drew the fireflare of his father’s eyes and Rashepses bent to place a kiss into the midnight crown.

“Khaemwaset Nebtawy Horus-nebkhau,” the full title was announced as the king settled his long chin down into the plush of a thick neck like a loafing lion.

“Second Prince to Pharaoh Rahotep of Ta-senet, and soon to erect his own realm in the deserts of Naaghai,” he told his son. It was important for the young god to hear that a single man could forge the creation of such monuments of power.