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It was rare for the queen to be away from her brood. She found a way, before the dawn, by calling for the fellahin to take her place.

It was becoming easier for her to extricate herself from the lives of her children. That was something she would never openly admit, but it was the truth. They were slowly transitioning from being only her's to belonging to all of Akashingo, as intended of royal blood.

She followed the sound of low chanting until she was outside, and there, she crept along until the sunlight was upon her face. It was warm but not overwhelming; there was an openness here that Satsu craved, given how many days she'd spent within her quarters, surrounded by the needs of the newborns.

As her eyes opened, she saw the man bent in prayer, but said nothing lest she disturb him.