6/6/2026, 1:38 AM
sitamun had never envisioned herself as a wife. it was a common enough practice, to give a youngest child unto a temple where they would be assured food, a trade, but few memories of home. her own had blurred to little. but once she had possessed a mother and a father, and surely a girlish dream of marriage, once upon a time.
it seemed that magick was to be restored.
their Great Royal Wife had worked ceaselessly. each blossom, each decoration, each alignment of aesthetic delight had been wrought by tireless royal decree. fresh fragrances filled the hall, transforming even the adjacent rooms into a tranquil garden tableau. deep blue dazzled her eyes, which had become misted once more with salt.
nothing seemed to exhaust merneith these days, for she had stayed awake through many hours for their emissaries, while sitamun herself had been ensconced in the baths, over and again, every particle of servile dirt removed until her claws could not remember anything more than gleaming.
her inhabitance for these last hours had been the ornate rooms of the queen herself, and she had blushed to be so attended. the day was spent in luxuries for the bride; sitamun was unable to shake the bite of awkwardness as each hair was put into place, as her paws were chafed with smoothing salve, as her limbs were beautified. a princess she felt, fighting delight for the sake of humility.
only when the draperies came did she break, this ascension of love and devotion she felt for the young ruler in this moment.
she was resplendent upon their dais, gold overlaid with gold, punctuated by silver and the radiant garnet of blessed eye.
those stones in gilded set rested now above sitamun's galloping heartbeat; she laughed and spoke her way through social seconds but each brought a new flutter for her nerves.
music.
she was left alone in the moment, and it was given to sapair entire, dais and court and even divine visage falling away as she gazed upon him, her heart sundered by joy and leaping with anticipation.
it seemed that magick was to be restored.
their Great Royal Wife had worked ceaselessly. each blossom, each decoration, each alignment of aesthetic delight had been wrought by tireless royal decree. fresh fragrances filled the hall, transforming even the adjacent rooms into a tranquil garden tableau. deep blue dazzled her eyes, which had become misted once more with salt.
nothing seemed to exhaust merneith these days, for she had stayed awake through many hours for their emissaries, while sitamun herself had been ensconced in the baths, over and again, every particle of servile dirt removed until her claws could not remember anything more than gleaming.
her inhabitance for these last hours had been the ornate rooms of the queen herself, and she had blushed to be so attended. the day was spent in luxuries for the bride; sitamun was unable to shake the bite of awkwardness as each hair was put into place, as her paws were chafed with smoothing salve, as her limbs were beautified. a princess she felt, fighting delight for the sake of humility.
only when the draperies came did she break, this ascension of love and devotion she felt for the young ruler in this moment.
she was resplendent upon their dais, gold overlaid with gold, punctuated by silver and the radiant garnet of blessed eye.
those stones in gilded set rested now above sitamun's galloping heartbeat; she laughed and spoke her way through social seconds but each brought a new flutter for her nerves.
music.
she was left alone in the moment, and it was given to sapair entire, dais and court and even divine visage falling away as she gazed upon him, her heart sundered by joy and leaping with anticipation.
