Lion Head Mesa dais

she was cradled in fur. both her own and gifted. she had become an advisor to many, her husband was no different.

she knew at once who he spoke of. even if she did not know explicit details of the man. one screaming for berries like a competing rooster could not be kept hidden for long, could he? nor did it shine fairly upon the palace, upon the divinity of akashingo.

it was that thought which prompted the answer.

you have given him these things once and it was clearly not wanted as much as berries. words of a joking nature even if her tone remained flat. serious.

the only option is reform, and if he does not flow like the serpent's waters, then we can do no more for him. we cannot waste every princess on this prince. nor our other stores.

her jade gaze fell heavy upon her husband now.