Redsand Canyon panaderia

there was much belen could tell makono. and there was much she never would. how could she describe to the princess how she had been little more than a plaything for satsu and ramesses both? or that she had been traded to free tamar, so she might flee wherever she wanted to go. that left more than a little bitterness in the young wolf. she looked down. "your mother spoke of your grandfather and grandmother. he was very different from pharaoh, and she was strict." belen studied makono. "your mother defied them both and became more than what they thought she would be." gifts. a smile tugged at her mouth. "she liked soft things. quiet and beautiful items."