Hideaway Strath linen

his laughter gathered and boomed, thunderous; she did not like to be subjected to the brunt of his mirth but knew it had been her own doing, in entertaining the conversation so far as she did.

our grandmaster enjoys pretty things.
and ugliness too, she thought.

satsu distractedly looked away from her flowers and in to the waiting face of pharaoh, where she presumed to witness the same hungry look as the lord so oft carried.
her imagination, she reasoned.
i am not a thing, the girl responded cooly, to no effect.

before, perhaps she could have claimed more of herself. without the power of her father what was she now, but something desperate, to be passed from place to place until her life was spent?