「She holds him tighter and he cannot contain himself, he's so awfully tired to put on the mask — a metaphorical one at that — it's heavy and he doesn't want to carry it right now. He allows himself to be held, and moreover, he allows himself to mourn his dad as any other child would. A few tears he had shed over the past days, but never so abundant. He didn't want to worry his friends, he didn't want to seem weak, his father wouldn't like it and his people wouldn't want a weak Pharaoh. He had heard them, the whispers along the corridors, wondering about his capabilities, about his age, if he would be able to take the responsibility of if his Visier would have to do it all. He had to show them he could follow his father's steps.
It takes him more than a moment to realize that he never told her about his father's passing, maybe, it's just so very obvious, later, he might realize that she already told him how she told people things she shouldn't know. But right now, he doesn't really care, he doesn't need to explain why he's so heartbroken and it helps.」
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It takes him more than a moment to realize that he never told her about his father's passing, maybe, it's just so very obvious, later, he might realize that she already told him how she told people things she shouldn't know. But right now, he doesn't really care, he doesn't need to explain why he's so heartbroken and it helps.」