I was born the daughter of Thutmose I; a princess of Egypt, highest born daughter of the Pharaoh, and in training to be the High Priestess of Egypt, God's Wife of Amun. As part of my training, I was taught to read and write, and I was as educated as any boy my age. I was wealthy, living a lavish and spoiled life, and I was as powerful as a woman could be in this reality.
However, when my father died, I was still young and unmarried, and I was now only a daughter of a dead pharaoh. I had no power, no wealth, and no future if I did not act. I married my half-brother, Thutmose II, a common practice of our people. I became Queen of Egypt, but it was merely a title and I was not his only wife. A common practice of our time is for the Pharaoh to have his Great Wife and to have many concubines, which ensures that one of his wives will give birth to a son. When Thutmose, who always was an unhealthy child, died not long after our marriage, he left his son, birthed by a concubine, to rule.
Thutmose III was a baby when his father died. I knew what would happen if I became no more than his Regent ruler. There were many who would fight to take the throne from him, and what could he do? He was a baby. The throne would be taken from our family, and I could not – would not allow it. So, I made my decision, and I made my first move: I named myself Regent, the ruler of Egypt until the boy would be old enough.
I had artists depict scenes where I interacted directly with the gods, something no woman had ever done. I conspired with priests, who are some of the most powerful men in Egypt, and I whispered in their ears that my ascension was the will of the gods. They spread stories that the god Amun had appeared to my mother on the night I was conceived to reveal that I was his chosen Pharaoh. I had lived my whole life in the great palaces of Egypt and in the holy temples. I knew the way our country worked, and I knew who held the most influence. I also knew the beliefs and values that were held by my people.
They knew that the throne of Egypt was occupied by a vessel of the god Osiris, thus I had to convince them that I, like many Pharaohs before me, was that vessel. I took to wearing the beard and dressing as a man. It was not an attempt to change my identity, but to show to the people of Egypt that I was the chosen ruler and when the time came, I declared myself the sole ruler of Upper and Lower Egypt; I declared myself Pharaoh, and they accepted me.
I will do great things for my people and for my kingdom, and though history may write differently, I will be great.
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Book of the Forgotten: the Bearded Queen
Short StoryDear reader, I hope this gift finds you well. Before you open this book, know that if you do, great adventure awaits you and dangers will be plenty. You will be transported to distant places in long ago times; you will meet remarkable women, both g...