Lion Head Mesa cupido

she saw the way he stilled, rigid and stoic before her, and thought that somehow she had wounded him.
it was what satsu wanted to hear - rather, it was what pharaoh had called for, and somehow satsu enacted his will.
the woman sighed.
no. i wish he would remain here, but it is his decision. it was only fair. she could not (would not) demand such a thing of a free spirit. what right did she have? she was not yet queen, and certainly not so god-like, not in the way pharaoh lauded of himself.
and what would crowfeather have here?
if he stayed... he would have me, a flush of warmth to her face she was not prepared for; something that could not be readily banished, that which satsu hoped the shadows hid.
the ear of the queen. protection of our guard. a purpose, if he chose.