The Prince stepped forward, took both her hands in his and kissed her on the brow, then drew back again, after which they stood a moment looking at each other.
While they remained thus I studied her who was known throughout the land as the "Beautiful Royal Daughter," but whom till now I had never seen.
In truth I did not think her beautiful, although even had she been clad in a peasant's robe I should have been sure that she was royal.

Her face was too hard for beauty and her black eyes, with a tinge of grey in them, were too small.

Also her nose was too sharp and her lips were too thin.

Indeed, had it not been for the delicately and finely-shaped woman's form beneath, I might have thought that a prince and not a princess stood before me.

For the rest in most ways she resembled her half-brother Seti, though her countenance lacked the kindliness of his; or rather both of them resembled their father, Meneptah.
"Greeting, Sister," he said, eyeing her with a smile in which I caught a gleam of mockery.