The royal family lived on the West Bank of the Nile in the largest palace complex in Egypt that had many names, the most used was Per Hay, meaning the House of Rejoicing, another was the Palace of the Dazzling Aten.
Whatever the name it's splendour was unmatched in the ancient world, no other known kingdom on earth could match the wealth of Egypt with her fields full of wheat and mines full of gold, and the family of the eighteenth dynasty was the most rich and powerful that Egypt had ever seen.
The city alongside the palace was called Aten, or more formally, the Dazzling Aten, but the people of Egypt often referred to the city as the City of Amenhotep, King's City, or Per-a'a which had the dual meaning of Pharoah and Great House.
Despite being named the King's City, Amenhotep III had commissioned the royal residence for his wife, Tiye. The most powerful woman alive. Tiye may have been born without royal blood, but no one living would dare speak that truth, and those who did would not live long.
All the past rulers had married the woman who had the most ties to the throne, to solidify their position as Pharaoh by choosing the correct wife, but Amenhotep was so wealthy, so powerful, so unmatched in nobility and splendour that he married the woman of his choice, out of love.
He had commemorative scarabs made to announce the marriage to his beloved and sent them across all four corners of the earth. The opinions of mortals did not apply to him, he was a living God. The sun made flesh and blood to stand upon the earth.
The Dazzling Aten was brimming with energy. Servants had risen at daybreak, rushing through painted hallways to prepare the palace and the royal family. Goats milk and perfumed wigs were carried to the ladies chambers. Jewels were picked out, wigs put on and earrings put in. The clay ovens in the southern quarter were filled with loaves of freshly baked flatbreads, tended to by artisan bakers, mostly women with dark wrinkled skin wrapped in faded robes who had been sat on the floor kneading and pulling since dawn. Platters were piled high with pomegranate seeds, dates and fresh cut fruit. Bowls of cold water filled with fragrant herbs were brought for refreshment. The canals that ran all the way through the city connecting the palace complex with the Nile were filled with so many boats carrying goods you could hardly fit a sheet of papyrus between them.
The sons and daughters of Pharaoh also crossed the palace by water, however they travelled over their private canal system, surrounded by beautiful water gardens filled with pink lotuses, lily pads, and slender reeds. Their individual boats gliding past herons and doves, painted rushes, mosaics, fruit trees and past the statues of the Gods who smiled down upon them as the first rays of Amun-Ra warmed their faces.
As they approached the river the canal opened up into the harbour, the Birket Habu, which had two parts, one for mortals and one for Gods.
While the citizens of the city scurried around in the background of the busy harbour unloading food and spices from Thebes, Memphis and Nubia, the royal family disembarked from their pleasure boats onto the serenely beautiful harbour for Gods.
The stone steps were covered with with fragrant flower petals and lined with braziers of morning incense.
Queen Tiye was already waiting for them on the royal barque that was gently bobbing on the Nile, her gold headdress gleaming in the sun.
Sitamun led the procession and Djhutmose, the eldest son of Pharaoh, allowed it, hanging back alongside Amenhotep and Iset. Today was the day for Sita to shine, and after becoming a royal wife she would become more senior than her brother, although not quite equal to her mother who would always be Great Royal Wife.
Sitamun was dressed in silvery white which contrasted the dark, deep, rich skin that she had inherited from her mother. Her dress was almost totally transparent, the material woven of slender threads, the colour of clouds and the mist that settled over the Nile on the coldest mornings, threads that were so fine and spaced so far apart that her dark areolas and pinched nipples were clear for all to see. She had small, high breasts, long legs, a tiny waist and slender toes peeking out of silver beaded sandals. Draped over her chest was a heavy broad collar, a wesekh of faience beads of beautiful blue turquoise clasped with white gold. Over her coiffed hair was a white gold headdress of tiny links that were forged into a chainmail in the shapes of feathers that formed wings framing her face, a proud silver nekhbet vulture head sat atop her brow.
Her brown eyes were large, dark, and lustrous, lined with black kohl that swept outwards like the curve of a sickle. On her lips a rouge made of crushed beetle shells. She looked serious yet serene, unearthly and distant like the moon. Her thoughts were far away, drifting over the Nile to the Pharaoh, like the cool breeze of morning.
Crown Prince Djhutmose had arrived a few days before, coming down from Memphis in the North, where he was High Priest of Ptah, Greatest Director of Craftsmanship and Overseer of the Priests of Upper and Lower Egypt, and was eager to enjoy the festivities back in the company of his esteemed family.
Since he was twenty three years old he had already spent many years governing the people of Memphis and was well accustomed to being a leader, commanding the respect of the highest officials and priests of the country.
As the Sem Priest of Ptah, Djhutmose wore a short wig with a side lock of hair and was dressed in panther skins. The skins were black, from the rarest of leopards, but in the sun you could see faintly the beautiful rosettes blossoming in the fur like black roses.
His skin was perfect ebony, or like polished jet and his thick arms glistened in the sun, slick with the perfumed oils in which he had been bathed. His biceps were bound with gold rings, his wide feet shod in curly toed sandals and he stood tall and proud, aware of his own power and importance. He carried himself like a God.
He had a broad, square face with a prominent jaw and full, pillow-soft lips. His teeth were perfectly straight and pearly white, and his smile was wide and warm. His large, dark almond eyes were always creased from laughter, and despite his responsibilities he always seemed carefree.
His looks had convinced the people of Egypt that he was of divine descent, born to be a prince, and was much loved by the people, his physique resembling those well muscled statues of Horus that were scattered across the cities, yet not even the best of statues could capture the figure of a man so perfectly formed, or capture the warm expression of Djhutmose's heart and humanity.
Djhutmose's face strongly resembled that of Amenhotep III in his younger days: he was his clear successor, and favorite child.
Djhutmose was a dutiful son and as Crown Prince he expected soon to be named as a co-regent with his Father Amenhotep III, especially as today's Sed Festival marked his father's 30th regnal year.
Not many Pharoahs managed to rule and live long enough to celebrate a Heb Sed, which was celebrated after 30 years, and then every following 3 years until the Pharaoh's death.
Naming Djhutmose as co-regent would solidify his claim as Pharoah once his father passed away, and despite his love for Pharaoh, he hoped that his father would not have many more Sed Festivals, Djhutmose did not want to ascend to the throne as an old man. Furthermore Djhutmose already had children back in Memphis, an eight year old boy named Smenkhare and a little toddler named Ahmose by his young Egyptian wife, as well as several other infants begotten by his concubines. His seed was strong and he had already proven himself to be a capable progenitor for the dynasty.
