Kemet was still young. Aset, too, was really still young, but she felt so very old. She'd loved and lost and found that love again only to lose him to another realm. She'd raised children and watched as one by one they no longer needed her. She knew they would always need her, but not in the same way they used to. She'd gained insights and wisdom, yet had also learned how to scheme and lie when it suited her. Looking back on her life, there were times she really wasn't sure which way the scales of happiness tipped for her, and today was to be another unhappy day in the young Queen's life.
There was another the scales would soon be weighing in on, but they were a far different set of scales. These would be the final scales her beloved head of household would face, her
Ib, her heart, against the Feather. Aset had no worries in that area, but it seemed the dying woman did.
( I'm scared, Aset. )