Lion Head Mesa dawn's child

exile — and yet still he was granted the title of prince of this kingdom.

she supposed it came with the blood. but it was all he would receive from her. she could give no more, no less.

it pained her for them to split like this.

but there was work to be done. she was spoken to as she had desired for so long. crown prince her father spoke and this time it was not about siptah. not even of her younger brother.

i would not like to wait on these tasks. she told him plainly. tired, faraway. things she could not convey.

she imagined the return to mereo.

she imagined the visit to the sea.

she imagined herself upon the scarlett throne.

she sucked in a deep breath of air. pulled herself upright in full. an iron spine, eyes once more cool lapis. life would go on, as she has dreamed of it. only with certain details tweaked.

i should learn a soldier's training above all, if i am to be away from home so much. then i can begin our series of emissary work. the valley still waits.

she did not speak of the time beyond her father.