Lion Head Mesa milkweed

she felt...betrayed.

the fracture in her heart amplified into a canyon. her own father had not been chosen as crown prince. two before him. not a word of any of this.

had he felt ashamed? had he thought he might have silenced her pride if he said nothing of this?

she was advised to not wait, to gather a court now. find those loyal to her. she liked to think she saw this in the hem before her. for him to have so boldly told her information that had not even spilled over her father's lips.

she looked upon him with heavy favor now.

her eyes wet near the corners now. she could feel a repeat from earlier. she knew she would crumple in on herself before long.

thank you, hem. she cooed through a half-broken voice. prepared to leave now, but she would have a fine meal sent to him from one of the fellahin's later. uncertain how else to payback the man without raising eyebrows towards their directions.

she needed time in these long few hours to come.