5/26/2026, 7:06 PM
skippable!
She was transformed, cleansed of the road and burnished to splendor, gleaming with all the radiant finery he associated with goddesses. How such a delicate perfection might be perceived beneath the gaze of Pharaoh he would yet behold.
“This way, princess.”
Through the great halls he guided, past colonnades of stained ochre and beneath ceilings strewn with Nut’s stars upon fields of sapphire-blue. Bronze censers still breathed old ribbons of myrrh and kyphi into the air while servants pressed themselves flat against carved walls to clear their path.
Ahead, the throne room opened beneath its vast domed canopy, where at the far end, elevated upon stairs of pale stone, stood the thrones of horus and iset.
Courtiers and petitioners were parted at the captain’s approach to permit ample passage for the lady of Tianlong and those who attended her. In the center of the hall, jodai bowed.
“Here is Princess Téng Lian of the Tianlong, come for an audience to the palace and court of Pharaoh Khaemwaset Khafraemka-wehemibre, and his Great Royal Wife, Satriya Merneith.”
From here, jodai took up bulwark post to the left side of Pharaoh’s plinth.