Lion Head Mesa hanasaka

belen had slipped the chains of jawahir and kasmut. she knew where the queen slept. curiosity sliced through days of unsurety and boredom. in her mind she held the education that she had been given, and wielding it, stepped over the threshold of satsu's bedroom. her glasswater eyes stared openly at the sanctified queen of akashingo. the woman was no less beautiful than the day she had first seen the royal. would belen be so lovely one day? "what will you teach me, queen?"