Lion Head Mesa hanasaka

because your husband wants me? mere hours within akashingo, and already the girl was corrupted. if those words were meant to scald her they missed their mark.

the girl kept on talking. satsu only listened because she could not stop the sounds from flooding forth. mumbling to herself beneath the voice of the girl, and pharaoh always gets what he wants, now, of course...

what can this one learn from a queen?

satsu faced her now, regarded her with the cool indifference that she had felt after the confrontation with ramesses in the hallway. powerless, yes, but more powerful than this orphan.

you are nothing. she answered.
get out.

the calm displayed by the queen was something new, something dangerous. the stare of her eye a touch of madness, maybe. satsu felt the wash of heat to her cheeks and a coiling of something similar in her belly, and at once wanted to scream at this girl, as if that might bring tamar back to her.