I was only ever a young king and wasn’t the most famous as I died in 1327 BC around the age of eighteen -  before any one really knew me.

I may have died normally by an illness, or someone may have hit me on the back of my head which broke my skull, pushing bone into my brain. I may have even broken my leg which made me sick.

I was always thinking about my future and how I could make Egypt a better place to live in. I looked forward to it but it was harder than I thought it would be. I wish I could have been a pharaoh for longer but it was unfortunate when I died.