She was pretty, as inbred royalty goes, and had the gumption to mate outside her immediate family, which was good. Her daughter appeared from nowhere (since H was not married except in form to her step-son who was also her half-brother) and the father was the architect of her famous mortuary temple. Besides the ancient graffito which rather daringly shows H and her architect buck naked (she’s wearing the crown I think) and doin’ it, he was also given a spot under the temple for his own burial, and besides his booty call and architect duties, he was H’s daughter’s tutor.
There are those who think that the rumor is unsubstantiated, which goes to show how the political seduction of history has made inroads.
The daughter died in her youth, and her tomb (plundered, probably in ancient times) is high up on a cliff wall far off to the west of the KV.
Thank you for the great lesson on history. I DO appreciate it. But I’m still going to apply for that grant to study if it is really possible for a human to mate with a fly strip.