Lion Head Mesa 武士 Yūyake

satsu did wonder if all kingdoms were run in such a way. she wondered if her own mother had been a fellahin once, or something close to it. certainly the daimyo had his choices; she was no longer ignorant to the hungers of powerful men, although she wished she could understand some things.

it intrigued her to know that tamar would accept her orders, whatever they may be. if satsu was in a better frame of mind she might have chosen a suitor better aimed for the girl's temperament; however, as this was her way of controlling something within akashingo, she said the first name to come to mind.

and when thinking of tamar at all these days, satsu often thought of the mazoi, then, arsenio. or another — a slight kindness easing its way back in to satsu then, as the frenzy settled in her spirit.

—have your pick of them. huffing softly, waving at the girl to send her away now, satsu held tightly to the bedfurs and wallowed.