Hideaway Strath linen

curious; he did not have the same hardiness as the strath wolves, yet to be made a guard in his father's army was a respectable position. satsu would have coveted such a role herself before the fall of the han; before she knew the value of familial loyalty.
in the next breath pharaoh brings to mind the daimyo; or that's who satsu envisions when the title of the divine passes his lips. there is humor in his voice. all that satsu can sense in herself is uncertainty and the bottomless drop of her insides.
the thought of kyn-dono watching her in his unabashed way makes her tremble.
if i am asked. satsu pledges softly, though her sudden withdrawal unto herself speaks volumes.
what would her mother think, then?