Lion Head Mesa barque

satsu had no plans of ever becoming one of his collection. a shiny thing to parade out for guests, reserved for special occasions. her purposeful distance from the girls he populated the mesa with was proof enough of this. their varied conversations on the subject made satsu's will clear enough.
he had listened. that was perhaps the most surprising thing above all.
i need no help, came her swift dismissal of that offer. she had not met this mouseberry; but knowing pharaoh and his specific tastes by now, satsu made an assumption.
she was quiet then, thoughtful.
i don't know how to be a queen. came a final admittance; one she had shared with him before. but, it was not a refusal to the idea.