Lion Head Mesa gilded breath

the man flicked his tail. "do you have no wants of your own, sabah?" he purled. sakai was loyal. the fellahin were loyal. he knew nothing of the queen's-guard nor her ambitions. it was a poor place for a royal to find himself. "it occurs to me that our young prince crowfeather needs something to occupy his mind."
he was slowly circling, testing sabah to see if she would hear the unspoken.