“This is Nefertiti. She comes from my own family. From now on, she is the main wife of the prince and will give him an heir. No one is to dispute her position and she is to be shown respect,” Tiye said, and without further ado took the hand of the young girl and placed it in the hand of Prince Amenhotep.
Red spots burned on the girl’s cheeks, but she raised her head and looked straight at the people in the hall. She's already aware of her position, Merit thought, and intends to hold it.
She was not the only one with colour in her face. The First Priest of Amun stood at the back of the audience hall, flushed with rage. Tiye had not shown him any attention and had let everyone else of lower status come to her instead. She had not even given him the chance to offer his daughter in marriage to the prince, as no one could address Tiye unless the vizier had first invited them to approach the throne.
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