"She is the one." The guard outside the Royal Physician's chamber informed the Pharaoh as he opened the door, revealing the sleeping little girl.
Khufu didn't step in but only glanced in the direction of the child before turning to the physician. "How is she?"
"Physically, she doesn't have any severe injuries but mentally, I am afraid it was too much for her to handle at this age when she is blossoming into puberty." The man who was older than all of those present at the moment, replied to the Pharaoh.
"What do you say then?" He questioned once again, not being able to comprehend what the man was trying to imply. It was already obvious what the child went through emotionally.
"I suggest she isn't immediately interrogated or forced to say things that her mind is still trying to digest. Give her some time so that she may not have a breakdown that can cause her to lose her sanity." The old man bowed his head slightly while saying so.
