many moments formed the sum of khaemwaset's illustrious young life. but few of these put him to mind of both past and present as a wedding. his sister once proved herself as diplomat before a single word, ensuring that no comfort was spared for the night to come.
but more than this, her love for sitamun was clear. to be loved by a queen was no small feat, and Horus held hope that they maintained their bond.
many moments. khaemwaset received guests for a day now, though he had deferred to the Great Royal Wife in all things. this included the freeing of their sister from her pretty detainment. no word to be warned. no threat given. satakhetem understood what she stood to lose.
and so he would not think of it.
a circle of the room. Horus and Divine Wife upon the dais as music found undulating crescendo.
sitamun was indeed beautiful, but it was with a purity of heart that pharaoh found himself appreciative. flower-radiance surrounding, suffusing. he watched how she and sapair looked upon one another; he turned his head once to catch merneith's eye, and then piety made him solemn in setemhotep's wake.
Ra. Hathor. Heqet. Khonsu.
his eyes stung, and when it was time to stand with cheering, his voice was raised high in pride for both sitamun and setemhotep.