Lion Head Mesa herons at sunset [m]

"very well."
her rooms were down the longest corridor from his own; he found the placement to be a respectful distance between each of their courts.
he had not been to these rooms since his children were born, he realized with a start; they had been closed off following satsu's death.
he motioned for treva to step inside first, and followed.
the throne room of the queen was expansive, with a high-vaulted ceiling and smooth walls of paler red than outside, almost pink. two shafts of moonlight illuminated the space, which was bare of all decorations and waiting for her hand.
shelves ran the length of all walls, and a short hallway brought them to the bedchamber: a wide ledge of stone heaped with soft pelts over crushed flowers.
indeed, petals were underfoot, and sweet branches, and featherdown woven into the furs for a coverlet.
he watched her, wondering if she enjoyed these spaces or if she felt her predecessor among them.