Lion Head Mesa Akhet of two lands

pharaoh? but mother was not here. did he mean this man then? khaemwaset gazed upon samirseti as if committing each detail of that finewrought face to his memory. a deep bow was offered then, and when he raised up, it was with a man's amusement fluting his own features.

elated by the praise, he bore rashepses' look for a moment. "i welcome my kin to the palace of akashingo. i have been training with the mazoi. perhaps you will allow me to visit and learn from your own." not quite humility; he did not care if samirseti saw him as eager, he only wanted to see what might well be a rival kingdom for his own.

"senmut tells us that marriage is the best way to make a lasting alliance." he peered at the tall gilt man, then glanced with near suspicion to his royal father. "will you marry one of my sisters then?" what made a queen? what made a pharaoh?