The Divine Empress Sahur Khufu was disappointed that her Mother- the Great Queen H’Utu- had not passed on her special gifts to her. Her Mother never aged, and had outlived many of her own children and grandchildren. But the Divine Empress was clearly aging. She felt a great pressure and insecurity about her wrinkling face.
She was visiting the village that her Great Mother had gifted her and Ra when they got married: Thebossos. It was not far from her beautiful and peaceful towers. It was a secret door that she found in a quiet library that intrigued her the most, and ultimately, broke her divine heart.
Down a long, cold corridor she found a dimly lit room with beautiful sparkling waters and a soft bed. Inside this room she found her beloved Ra and a lowly woman from the village.
Her blood boiled so quickly that she saw red. She suddenly had the strength to overpower the man she had made into a ruler, and drag him from his disgusting pit of betrayal. He screamed in terror, pleading with his wife that she was his one true love, and what was she doing?
The long hallway had another doorway.
She followed it, dragging Ra by his long dreaded hair, he howled and screamed in terror the whole way. Where did she find this strength to drag a full grown man?
Where ever it came from, it was powerful. Ra didn’t stand a chance against the sheer rage that emanated from this woman. He died in that dark tomb. And The Divine Empress Sahur, the first to be married, was also the first to be widowed.
The news that Ra was no longer alive, and that he had betrayed the Divine Empress was wildfire in the kingdom. Many different versions were told by time the news reached the Lands of the Sands.
But the story was very fresh when first whispered by the Thebossos people. The story that reached the young village woman, Athena Romanos, was that the great Ra had been caught with a secret pit of treachery and lust, and that he was inside with a woman of low birth, and that The Divine Empress ripped his heart from his chest. He had paid greatly for his betrayal.
Athena’s secret shame and heartbreak were not the only despair in the village. Sahur was in agony. Her heart felt as though it had been ripped from her body.
She wasn’t back in her own home long before she fell to the ground, her grief so profound that she could not live with what her husband had done, or with what she herself had done. She was found dead and alone in the kitchen.