I entered the throne room of my brother, the pharaoh, and went down on one knee before him. In my possession was the Greek offer for the hand in marriage of our half-sister, Nephritiri. If I had not been promised at birth to the dark god Anubis, our father would have seen her wedded to me when we turned nine, as he had Tutankhamun and Akhesenamen, shortly before his death.
“Teremun, what news have you for Us?” Tutankhamun asked regally.
I offered him the papyrus scroll. “The Greeks are highly desirous of this marriage, O Mighty One. If Nephritiri is amenable, it will add greatly to your coffers.”
Casually he glanced at the scroll, then passed it on to one of his ministers and rose to his feet. “We would have private speech with you, Prince.” He dismissed his court and led the way to a s
