Lion Head Mesa thirteenth

sixth year.

her father was what? into his third, his fourth? she had not even yet fully reached her own first! yet the look and burden upon her shoulders felt as if she had lived all combined lifetimes. sixth, fourth, first.

akashingo cannot have madness or shadows haunting us, hem. for surely he knew, he understood. should the palace fall into a dark, dark time it would mar them. weaken them.

crush them.

am i to simply wait until...

her father struck her first? a tactician's mind overcame her as she slumped over a bed of furs. fuming and frustrated in her thoughts.

what? his sixth year? until the madness burns all around us?