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ari-em-ab-f - Satakhetem - 5/24/2026
She was presented with breakfast, which consisted of the quail eggs she had asked for previously. Hours upon hours late, which was a way to show disregard, and perhaps get under her skin. There was more honeycomb, only a small morsel of it. A slab of meat she could not describe. The fellahin placed it down and bowed, and was away again - or, attempted to flee before Satakhetem could intervene.
Before you go,she drawled to the imp,
I have a job for you.
Whether this particular fellahin was young, or new, or simply well trained to obey, she could not say; but they lingered.
And before the servant could refuse, she launched in to her missives:
To my brother, Khaemwaset, Horus upon the throne —
I ask for a private meeting between just the two of us.
No priests. No queens. No guards.
We were one in the womb. Two bodies, one flame. I have missed my other half more than I can express.
Let us speak as we once did — not as Pharaoh and princess, but as the twins the gods made us.
I wish to understand you, and for you to understand me.
Your sister, Satakhetem.
And then the fellahin tried to go, but a look from Satakhetem bade they remain, as it was not the only message meant to be shared.
To my sister Merneith, Great Royal Wife of Satriya,
I was harsh in the hall. For that, I wish to apologize in private.
We are sisters. We should not be strangers.
Come speak with me. Let us put aside crowns for a moment and speak as blood.
The baths, perhaps? In memory of the children we once were.
I worry for you, as any sister should.
Satakhetem
Thereafter, the fellahin did not go. They stood in wait, in case there was more. The goddess began to frown and stood tall before them, as a storm might gather, and that was the only cue that the servant needed for dismissal. She listened as they scurried out, watched the doorway where her guards were again standing in wait; and felt content as the sound of scrabbling claws upon the fine stonework floor diminished down the hall.
Now, to wait.