Lineage!

As if a bolt of lightning from Set's storms struck him entirely, Hotep felt he had an answer to much that went unasked.

Khaemwaset had waxed before on the weight of his bloodline. This, sesh realized, he should have come to guess before. His mind had been haunted by fears from past lives. Where Pharaoh dreamt of peace, Hotep was afflicted of nightmares.

I am not so certain of their power. He replied after a measured moment, assuming a shape he was more accustomed to taking as the tightness in his chest molded into a more metallic determination. The parents fear daily for the lives of their offspring, with little recourse. Some may even defect, if offered safe harbour beneath a falcon's wings. In this he served Satriya and hoped to make space for Azalea, and it felt good to bridge both motivations.

Set in all his might could not contend with Horus in the end. Hotep remarked, the passion of a priest not gone from him, even if trappings were, As Amun-Ra sails the sky each day, and Khonsu changes form, these cycles must play out. You will no doubt be tested, Pharaoh, in politics, in battle, and in — other forms of power. You will rise as Horus did. The very challenge itself is proof of your divine feathers! Have faith, Mighty One, you need only keep Ma'at.

As to the concubines... Hotep twisted an ear, It is understandable the matter of heirs must weigh upon you, regardless. Palace whispers! A source of recurrent frustration for the sesh in this life and the one before. All had opinions, ambitions, desires. An ear might go deaf trying to discern all. Lord, you have told me what others say of this. But do you also believe it?