Lion Head Mesa A squeaky pain upon each breath

Siptah, a warrior? Of course. It was a rite of passage for many men. Satsu was pleased by the idea and began to exude a contentedness as she thought of him, older and stronger and greatly skilled like his grandfather.

And the princesses? Sayf queried, drawing a small shrug from Satsu.

They will be tutored, like their brother, with a focus on topics more appropriate for them. My, she sounded so much like her own mother in that moment, it was shocking. Manners, histories of our people, how to move and talk and, of course, understand their roles as princesses.

And if they should want to dance, or fight? Satsu knew the pull of the taboo; she had followed her heart and ultimately failed herself, and her family, by doing so.

They will strengthen our kingdom, in time.